She says, "He's still coming , just a little bit late. He's stuck at the laundromat washing his cape."

Andy’s P.O.V.

I stay curled on the bed, moaning. It hurts all over. I haven’t gotten beat this bad… ever. All because I opened my stupid mouth.

Lesson learned, I think bitterly.

I manage to roll to my feet wincing as I step forward. I get to the bathroom and collapse on the toilet. I sigh as I catch sight of my reflection.

Bruises cover my face, showing weird patches of blue, purple, and my normal skin tone. My nose has some dried blood on it. When I touch it, it’s throbbing. I lift my shirt and wince as I take note of the bruises dotting my skin. You can’t see my skin. A particularly large one covers my sternum. And it sends pain flashing through my body when I touch it.

I stop looking at my body. It reminds me of him.

“That sheisskopf,” I mutter.

I peel off my layers and climb into the shower, letting the warm one wash over me.

I sigh deeply, the sound echoing around the room. The warm water feels lovely, but I know I will have to face Beau again and I have to say, I’m not looking forward to it. I step out of the shower once I’m sure all the blood is off.

I pull on some pajama pants and a T-shirt, wincing when I have to stretch.

I pad to the kitchen, glancing everywhere for Beau. When I’m absolutely sure that he isn’t here, I dig out my First Aid kit. Beau doesn’t know I have this. If he did, I’m sure he’d throw it out. I find some Neosporin and dab it on my cuts. I place some band-aids over them and sigh, this is all I can do for now.  I can’t magically heal bruises.

Not for the first time, I wish that someone out there will save me. Not anyone special, not Superman, just someone to help me, release me from Beau. I would do it myself but… I have nowhere to go. I just want my Superman.

He’s still coming, I think.  Maybe he’s stuck in another country or something. Maybe he’s just washing his cape.

Louis’ P.O.V.  

I stand in the middle of the Laundromat. It’s midnight and I’m in a Laundromat.

Why, you may ask, are you in a Laundromat at midnight?

Well, it’s quite simple really. I’m washing my clothes.

“Boys, we can’t break the machines!” Liam yells.

I snicker at his attempt to calm us down.

Liam’s eyes narrow. “Something to say, Louis?” he asks.

“Well,” I say with a straight face. “Eat my underwear!”

I chuck my underwear, along with my socks, at his face. Liam swats at them and flings them back at me. I squeal like a fangirl and run out of the way.

The other lads start to notice what we’re doing.

“Clothes fight!” Niall yells and throws a white T-shirt at Harry

Harry retaliates and suddenly there are clothes flying everywhere. I duck and fling random clothing articles at everyone. Suddenly, the dryer dings.

“My clothes!”I yell dramatically.

I start for the dry, but Zayn blocks my way.

“Zayn,” I whine. “Let me through.”

“If you want your clothes, you’re going to have to go through me,” he says dramatically.

“But my clothes will get wrinkled,” I whine louder.

“I don’t see why you care, you just leave them on the floor in your room anyway,” Harry remarks.

I calmly pick up a T-shirt and throw it in Harry’s direction. The strangled yelp I hear informs me that I’ve made my mark.

“Please?” I beg, batting my eyelashes.

Zayn doesn’t even blink. “I’m not a fangirl, Louis.”

I pout, then suddenly charge. Zayn is surprised and goes down, slipping on one of Niall’s sweaters. I make it to the dryer and grab the first shirt I see, my blue Superman one. I smile at it, having haven’t worn it in a while. Fans when insane with the Superman thing, so I kind of stopped wearing it. When I notice that Zayn is getting up I place it on my shoulders and run.

“I’m Superman!” I yell, weaving through wash machines and dryers.

The boys try to tackle me, but I make it through all of them. I laugh as I spin and leap on top of a dryer. I tie the shirt around my shoulders and leave it hanging there, like a cape.

“You shall all bow to me,” I say, making my British accent even more pronounced.

“Never!” Harry yells, and pushes the dryer, almost making me tumble to the ground.

“Nice try, peasant,” I say, once I’ve regained my balance.

“Whatever, Louis,” Liam sighs.

Niall experimentally nudges my leg. When I don’t move, he sighs.

“Now how are we going to get him down?” he asks, his Irish accent filling the room.

“You shall not,” I say, putting my hands of my hips. “I am your ruler.”

“Haha, right,” Harry says.

“Used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word,” I sing.

We all smile at the memory of our first live performance.  Those were the good days. Suddenly, Zayn pushes me. Caught off guard, I topple from my perch and crash onto the ground. I get up moaning, rubbing my head.

“Ow!” I say indignantly.

“Not so high and mighty now, are we?” Zayn smirks with satisfaction.

“Shut up,” I mumble.

They all laugh.

“It’s not funny,” I protest. “You could have killed Superman!”

They all nod at me and I scowl at them until we all turn at the loud shout from the door.

“What did you do to my Laundromat?” the store manager gasps in shock.

Zayn and I look at each other. Busted.

“Get out!” the manager shrieks shrilly, pointing out the door. “Get out of my store and don’t come back!”

I quickly start gathering my clothes and see the boys start to do the same. As soon as I have all my clothes, I race out the door, the boys behind me.

“Good riddance!” the manager shouts after us. “Don’t come back!”

As soon as we get out of range, I dump my clothes on the ground and double over laughing. Niall joins me, falling on the ground because he’s laughing so hard. Harry and Zayn start laughing too and Liam tries to keep a disdainful expression, but ends up laughing too.

“That was hilarious,” I choke out.

“How do we manage to get kicked out of a Laundromat?” Liam cries, throwing up his hands.

Zayn shrugs, recovering from his laughter. “Ask Superman.”

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Haha I like this chapter. Yay! Louis in it! I enjoyed incorperating him into this chapter. I needed to make it longer, and viola! Louis to the rescue! Ahhh, remember the video diaries? I miss them... but noooo they had to go away. Remember the fetus days, when the only drama was that Harry and Niall might get girlfriends? And their voices? I mean, I like their voices now, but I really, really, really miss the old days. They were good because the boys could just be themselves. Well, you didn't click on this story to hear me rant, so here you go. A new chappy, all ready for you guys. And has anyone actually been to a laundromat? I have, and it's weird. I mean, people watch you as you're watching clothes. it's like, ummm you don't need to know what I'm washing. Back off. Soo yeah..... that's all I got. Enjoy this chapter!

Love ya!

-11tay99