be my hero

Hearing her words made him chuckle to himself not like he had anywhere else to go, his stomach was feeling a bit better so he knew he wasn’t going to throw up anymore, he tried to stand up but failed miserably as he heard noise coming from his room, he wanted to know what Zoe was up too but he decided to let it be as he rest his head on the toilet seat. He needed a shower and to brush his teeth desperately he hated when Zoe saw him like this. Seeing her come back to the bathroom, he nodded his head at her question. Before he could say anything he felt the small girl try and lift him he placed all his body weight away from the small girl as he stood up, hearing her instructions. As the moved towards the room Harry began to notice what an actual mess there was, and there was simply no denying he had a lot to clean up tomorrow. As soon as they made it to the hallway Harry took in the fresh air as he pressed his back against the wall. “I-I need…I need my toothbrush…and…and clothing…" His low raspy voice filling the empty hallway as he looked over at Zoe.

Zoe led him back to her room. She was glad that she'd had a nightmare only because it had led her to find him. Thinking about him lying on the bathroom floor without someone to take care of him made her very sad and very frustrated. But that wasn't the case. She was going to take care of him and in the morning, she'd ask what the hell he was thinking. At the door to her room now, she pushed it open with her foot and led him inside. "Are you too drunk to shower by yourself?" Zoe asked  as she moved to place him down on the bed gentle. The last thing she needed was for him to slip and hurt himself, or try to breathe in the water and drown. That thought alone was horrifying and she wasn't sure she was going to let him do it on his own if he wanted to. Grabbing the trashcan from the corner of the room, she placed it by the bed for when he laid down. If he needed it, it would be there- although she hoped he could make it to the bathroom so that she wouldn't have to clean it up. Anything that he needed she would take care of, however, because she loved him. If anyone ever tried to say otherwise, they had nights like these to prove it. Walking into her own bathroom and flicking the water on in the shower, she let it run. "Warm or cold- you tell me." She called to him in the other room, testing the temperature of the water with her hand. 

Louis held in a laugh as he saw her try to build something that looked like the aftermath of a car crash. “That’s terrible." He remarked as he stared at the ‘fort’ with an unimpressed face. “It’s not even close to a fort." He said laughing loudly afterwards. He loved Zoella, she could make him laugh no matter what. Louis genuinely cherished every moment they spent together and missed them when he went on tour. Not only was she his best friend, Louis considered her his sister. “Me and Kendall?" He questioned as he thought about it. “I don’t really know what we are." He said after thinking about it. “I like her though." Louis said with a small grin. “But then Eleanor’s here too." He said with a small frown. 

"Kendall's a sweet girl," She continued. "If you like her, pursue her. She seems to like you just as much, so you're in luck." Nudging Louis, she smiled at him. They were like siblings, almost. It was a bummer because when the boys went on tour, not only did she lose her boyfriend but she lost her best friend for the time being as well. As happy as she was for them, with all their success, it could be a real trouble when it came to scheduling time to hang out. Regardless, they were always close. Even if it meant face time and phone calls, late night skype sessions and texting until two AM. Louis was like a brother to her and she loved him to pieces. "Or, you could always go with the alternative and become an old maid with lots of cats?" She chuckled, nudging him again. 

A soft knock on the door shook Louis out of his thoughts. He didn’t recognize the voice right away, so he simply stared at the door in hopes that it would open itself. After hearing the voice call him slothlike, he felt a smile grow on his face. It was his best friend Zoella. “Oh I’m here alright." Louis grinned as he got up from his bed and walked towards the door. He turned the doorknob and opened the door to reveal his best friend. “Hey Zoebo, what brings you to my man cave?" He said as he pulled her in for a hug and ushered her into his room. Louis hadn’t hung out with anybody but Kendall, not that he was complaining, but he missed Zoella.

Taking the pillows from his bed and setting her food on the nightstand, she set two up on each side, and one across the top to hold the other two up. Carefully she climbed underneath the two and smiled brightly. "I made a fort!" She looked over her shoulder and laughed at herself. It wasn't anything close to a fort, seeing as the pillow ove top just barely covered her lower back, and if she moved at all it would topple over and crumble. "Okay, so maybe it's not the best fort." She collapsed against the bed in defeat. Zoe was in a weird mood tonight. Although she was always eccentric and a bit childish, ready to have any kind of fun whenever and where ever, tonight she was in an even weirder mood than usual. Looking up at Louis, she questioned him. "Are you and Kendall like, a thing now?" She asked curiously. If that was true, Zoe would be more than happy for the two of them. If anyone wanted them together, it was Zoe. 

Chewing on her lower lip, she tried to think how she was going to get his drunken self from his room to hers without injuring him in the process. "Stay here, I'll be right back." She moved back into the bedroom, taking one of the curtains from the floor and using it as a broom to sweep a pathway from the bathroom to the door. Zoe did her best to remove all the glass, all the vase shards, anything that could hurt him or herself. Laying the curtain itself down on the floor to be used as a walkway, she entered the bathroom again. "Do you think you're done throwing up?" She asked sympathetically. He did this too himself, she knew that. It wasn't like someone forced him to drink until he went mad, and then forced him to destroy his room. No, this was his own choice. But she wasn't going to punish him for it. He was already miserable enough without being in trouble with her as well. zoe walked to him, draping one of his arms over her shoulder and heaving him up onto his feet. Once she guided him towards the bathroom door, she pointed towards the curtain on the floor. "We're going to walk on the curtain, and only the curtain, okay? I don't want you getting glass in your feet." Zoe did her best to help him move across the room, towards the open door and out into the hallway.