“Louis?!” his mother called from downstairs.
“What?!” he yelled back. He was in the middle of an episode and the last thing he wanted to do was get out of the bed.
When his mother didn’t reply, he groaned and stood up from the bed to actually go downstairs. He absolutely hated when his parents would call his name and he’d have to go downstairs to see what they wanted.
“What is it?” he asked, trying not to sound too annoyed.
“What’s this stain here?” his mother asked, pointing at the brownish stain on the white couch.
Shit.
It was a stain from Niall’s accidentally spilled beer one day ago, Louis remembered.
“Uh...I was drinking some champagne and I accidentally spilled it.” “You could’ve just asked one of the maids to clean it up.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright.”
“Did you have
