~Kritika~

At the door, stood a very drunk looking Louis. He had his hand up in the air like he was going to knock again. Now that he saw Liam at the door, he should've stopped, right?

He didn't.

Before my mind registered everything, Louis had punched his fist forward meaning for it to hit the door, I presume. Only the door was open.

"What the-" Liam hissed clutching his nose. Louis had punched him square in the face.

"Liam! Didn't see you there buddy." he slurred and my eyes widened. Another drunk. Great.

"Why didn't you use the doorbell?" Liam said, gingerly pressing his now red nose. There wasn't any blood, so it wasn't broken. Thank god.

"Couldn't find where it was. It's dark outside." he argued the best he could in his condition.

"It's right by the door!"

"Oh it's alright, you. Chill." he scoffed and gave Liam a hug "oh I almost forgot. Happy birthday!" he slapped his back repeatedly. And then his eyes registered me in the background. "Oh." he said, letting go off Liam and stumbling back.

At that moment, I wished that I hadnt insisted on staying to help Liam. I wished I had driven home immediately. I wished I'd just been anywhere but there.

I gave Liam a look of warning and looked at Louis with a guarded smile. I trusted him, I did. But people do the strangest crap when they are intoxicated and I hoped that there wasn't gonna be any more drama tonight. I'd had enough of it to last a lifetime.

Right now, he was looking at me with great interest like he was a scientist and I was a specimen of some rare species "Uh.. Hi?" I said unsurely.

"My wife's here. Why didn't you tell me before?" he said loudly and I almost jumped in surprise.

A few days ago, I had told them that I could cook. It really wasn't a big deal. None of them had believed me though. So the next time we'd met. I had taken some traditional halwa with me I had made the night before. Everybody was impressed, Louis the most. So much that he'd declared that he could marry me for the food.

"Wifey dear? Hello?" he repeated causing me to snap out of it.

"Who's wife?" someone else said as three more people stumbled through the door, each more drunk than the previous.

"Candy! You stayed?" Zayn exclaimed "so you're gonna sleep over? Cool!"

"Zayn? Aren't you supposed to be the designated driver?" Liam questioned

"I was." he corrected "but don't worry, we took a taxi home."

"What about the car?"

"The car?" he questioned back and then paused as if waiting for Liam to answer "oh right! The car.. It's still in the parking lot."

"WHAT?"

"I have the keys though." he added, jingling them in front of his face for emphasis.

"Oh great. Just great." Liam groaned

"I know. I took care of everything so well didn't I?" Zayn said proudly.

"Oh totally." Liam said sarcastically.

"Well, I don't know about everyone else. But I am going to sleep. Good night." Niall said and opened the nearest room which was Louis and Zayn's and I heard a crash a few seconds later.

The others followed after that and in not less than two minutes, the room was empty save for us two.

"Wow." I said, scrunching up my face

"Welcome to my world." he said "now of you'd excuse me, I need to make a few phonecalls." he said "someone needs to take care of that car."

There was a pause "Yeah, hello? I am calling from.."

He walked away towards the balcony and I sat on the couch, and closed my eyes.

Enough drama for one night, I repeated to myself. But I had a feeling that there was more to come.

God help us.

*******

"Yes. Yes, okay.. Thank you so much. Thank you once again. Mm hmm. Yeah. Okay, bye." I heard him say as he entered back into the room. He collapsed right beside me on the sofa "well, that's settled. Someone's gonna take care of the car." he sighed and then rubbed his eyes "how irresponsible of them. We have to pay the fifth installment on that thing." he muttered

"You guys bought it on E.M.I?" I asked, surprised

"I don't know why I'm telling you this, but need to pay a few for this house too."

"What?" I gaped at him

"Why are you so surprised?"

"Aren't you guys, I don't know, rich? Like, you're famous so I thought you were rich too."

"We're only beginning to gain popularity. The record company that signed us is fairly huge, but we still are to release some serious stuff.."

"Like an album?"

"Like an album." he agreed "If we were rich do you think we'll be sharing rooms?"

"Point." I nodded "wow, guess I stereotyped you guys too soon. Wait but you have a room to yourselves. How had the others not protested."

"We went about it like real men."

"How so?"

"We let a game of Rock, Paper, scissors decide."

I had to laugh at that "Nice." With that, we fell silent. The TV was still on and now it was playing some 90s horror movie. How ironic to what happened before..

I yawned loudly and lazily and that's when I realized I had company "Sorry." I coughed, feeling my cheeks get hot.

"Sleepy?" was all he asked

"Honestly? No. Just bored." I admitted "you?"

"Same." he muttered "how about we.."

"..stay up late and party?" I finished, laughing at my own joke.

"Huh?"

"Sesame street reference, idiot." I rolled my eyes and he gave me a long look

"Sunny Day, sweeping the clouds away. On my way to where the air is sweet." I sang, in a purposefully high pitched voice.

"You know, you have an almost unhealthy obsession with cartoons." he said

"Says the guy who watches Mickey Mouse too."

"I do not." he said

"Do too." I shot back immediately

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do-- aah, did you just poke my stomach?" he questioned in a ridiculously high pitched voice.

"You're... ticklish?" I gasp exclaimed "I'm so letting everyone know that tomorrow. Along with the Mickey Mouse..thing" I added, snapping my fingers. That wiped the smirk off his face.

But..you're ticklish too, my sub conscience pointed out. I ignored it.

What he didn't know couldn't possibly hurt him, right?

"I'm not tick- geez, stop!" he blocked my hand as I tried to poke his stomach again "okay, I am. Just a little."

"A little?" I dragged the words to irritate him.

"Yes." he said in finality and I decided to drop it right there, for his sake. And then, ladies and gentlemen, I noticed one of my pet peeves. I tried it ignore it, but it was slowly getting impossible to do so. So I did the only logical thing possible.

"What the..? The hell did you just slap me for?"

"You've been shaking your leg for the past hour." I stressed "it was driving me crazy."

He looked down at his knee and shiok it hard  "like this?" he stressed and I narrowed my eyes at him "its a bad habit." I said, matter of factly.

He opened his mouth to stay something but then his eyes focused on my hand and he suddenly grabbed it, examining my bitten nails "Bad habit, huh?" he said dryly and I snatched my hand back, blushing.

"It's different." I muttered

"It's not." he laughed "okay, tell you what. Ill try and quit my 'bad habit' if you quit yours. Deal?"

I looked at him to see if he was bluffing, but he seemed serious "Okay then, deal." I nodded "but then, you have to keep your promise." I reminded him

"Only if you keep yours. Okay?"

I shrugged "Okay." everything then went back to being awkwardly silent "So.." I trailed off.

"So.." he mocked "you really can't handle silence, can you?" I slapped his arm and winced immediately, wringing my hand.

What the hell? It was like I'd hit a brick wall or something. Oww.

"I do go to the gym, you know."

Here we go again, my conscience snickered. One more and it will be a hat trick

I just facepalmed and fell back towards the couch.

"When will I stop embarassing myself by saying things out loud." I laughed, covering my face.

"It's cute." he laughed. "Weird, yes, but cute none the less."

"Shut up." I said, poking my tongue out at him in protest and he mimicked my action.

This was going to be one long night.

*******

I flicked off the TV in annoyance and turned to him.

"Let's play a game, I'll die of boredom." I pleaded. He put down his phone and turnef to me.

"Okay. 21 Questions?"

"Cliché" I sang.

"Do you have a better option?" he sang back.

"I.. no."I admitted. " You've got a nice singing voice by the way."

"Uhh.. thanks?" he said amusedly.

"Okay me first." I announced, grabbing a cushion from the couch and turning towards him.

"Let me think." I said, holding up a finger. What could I possibly ask him?

"Uhmm.. Favorite color?"

Seriously? my conscience asked.

"Seriously." he asked, mimicking my conscience.

"Just answer it." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay. It's blue. Out of all the possible questions, you ask me this?" he asked incredulously.

"Mine too." I said, raising my hand for a high five. He raised his fist simultaenously for a fist bump and I just ended up awkwardly slapping his fist.

"Okay, my turn. What did you wish for?"

"Huh?"

"On the shooting star? You wished something remember? Tell me."

"Not fair." I frowned

"That's how the game goes, now. You're breaking the rules." he reminded and I rolled my eyes. Rules my foot. I knew the suspense had been killing him.

"Okay, I won't give out any names."

He shrugged "Just tell me what it was."

I sighed "It was for someone to get better." I said truthfully.

His playful expression dropped at that "Oh."

I rolled my eyes at him "Yeah, oh." I laughed "my turn? Yep. So, since when exactly have you been obsessed about Mickey Mouse?"

"Oh for the love of, it wasn't me. It was Anna. She was the one who--"

"Wait, who's that?" I interrupted, suddenly curious.

"That's more than one question." he said "it's my turn now. How about something embarrassing.. First kiss?"

I froze at that, opening and closing my mouth like a fish. I felt a faint blush creeping onto my cheeks.

"Well?" he urged

"What would you say if I haven't had one yet." I asked in a small voice.

"What? Never been kissed? Are you serious?" he asked, genuinely surprised. Way to make it more embarrassing. Gah.

"That's more than one question." I protested.

He held his hands up in compliance and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Internally, of course. That was embarassing..

"This is perfect blackmail material. Just saying."

I narrowed my eyes at him "You wouldn't dare."

"An eye of an eye. If you tell them about my, well, weakness. I'll tell them about your.. secret." he grinned

"Fine, whatever." I muttered "wait it's my turn isn't it? Ah, sweet revenge. Who's Anna? I need details."

"My childhood best friend, no big deal." he shrugged and I waited for him to continue. He sighed "her parents and my parents had been friends for a long time. So we hung out together. Blah blah. Shall we continue the game?"

He had this uncomfortable look on his face. And I knew that look very well. He looked like Stacey when she had first admitted about her crush on Luke. Oh my god.

"Oh my god." I smirked

"What?"

"You and Anna." I grinned "of course!"

"What? No. She was a great friend. Not a crush, nothing. Just a friend."

"But I didn't even mention anything about a crush." I grinned wider and he shut up, realising his blunder "Aww? You were in love? How adorable." I squealed, pinching his cheeks.

He swatted at my hand "No love. Just one of those crush.. things."

"Crush things, right. You're such a.. guy. You totally liked her. And judging from your body language, you do even now." he didn't reply and I knew that I was right "Okay, this is cliché AF."

"Okay, I have a question."

"Hmm?"

"What do you think AF means?"

I blinked "As.. Fish?"

"Right." he snorted and I narrowed my eyes at him for a second time "okay next question, favourite book?"

"I'm not really into reading.."

"C'mon. There's gotta be one." I urged

He seemed to reflect for a second "Fifty Shades of Grey." he said, and nodded to himselves right after.

I gave him a look "That was unexpected. I mean, well the writing style is good, but it is still not..."

Oh crap. I realized my mistake right there and prayed he hadn't caught on. The smirk on his face told me otherwise.

Oh double crap.

"Little miss flower who doesn't swear has read an.." he gasped "..adult novel?"

Oh crap to the power of infinity.

"Hey! My friend dared me to.." I shot back but it hardly helped my case. The damage had been done.

Okay, time for Plan B.

"Would you look at the time, goodness!" I fake gasped "I think I should go sleep too. Good night. And.. sweet dreams."

With that I walked out of the room as casually as I could. There was one small problem though. And I realized it as soon as I stepped on the first stair. I mentally kicked myself.

I then sheepishly walked back and peeked into the living room. He was still sitting on the couch, grinning to himself.

"Urm.. Liam?" I squeaked in a tiny voice. His eyes snapped towards me, the smirk still intact. It made me feel uneasy.

"Yeees?" he dragged.

"Where do I sleep?" I managed in a low voice.

"Are you sure you wanna know?"

"Urgh! Just tell me already." I said, stomping my foot like a 5 year old.

"Follow me, Flower." he winked.

I would've done anything to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

******

The quilt and duvets are in here" he pointed, still grinning, to a large drawer.

I was in Louis and Zayn's room upstairs. It looked pretty clean, surprisingly.

"That door opens up the bathroom. I guess there is a spare toothbrush, if you want to use it. The only problem here is that there is only one charging slot and it's in the bathroom. So if you want to-" I stop Liam by holding up my hand at him.

"I get it. Thank you." I said as politely as I could.

It was silent for a few painful seconds where we just stared at each other rather awkwardly.

"Goodnight." he said, the grin finally leaving his face. Thank god.

"Goodnight." I said, nodding.

He smiled, got up and headed to the door. He paused, as if remembering something, and turned back.

"You know, regarding that first kiss part in the beginning? You are right to wait."

I was surprised "Really?"

"Really. I'm surprised though. With all the Fifty Shades education, you must've been way beyond first base now."

With that he bolted out of the room laughing, narrowly missing the pillow I threw at his head.

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Aah? Aah?

It was a filler chapter. I didn't know what to write so yeah. I hope you liked it though :/

How were the Kiam moments? :3

Or.. should I call it Litika?

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Kiam V/S Litika

Lets see who wins ;D

Oh and, 'you're biting your lip' is an FSOG dialogue

The red room is also a reference to that book.

I was dared to read it by a friend. Safe to say, it scarred me for life in more than one way xD

So do yourself a favor, and ignore those references if you haven't read the book(s). I pray you haven't xD xD

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