I contemplate who I should talk to about my weight gain.
"Oi, watch out!" A voice threatens me.
"Sorry. Sorry." I apologized.
"Niall?" They asked.
I look up and see Louis;
And his tummy.
"Lou. How lovely to see you." I butter him up.
"Same goes for you. Why are you smiling like that?"
I did not notice my grin that had spread.
"Louis, I need to talk with you."
"About?" He asked.
I point to his tummy.
Louis eyebrow rises.
"My tummy?"
"I am trying to gain weight for the Clothes Line we are promoting."
He laughs at me then.
"Will you help me or not?"
I was growing impatient.
"Follow me."
I did as was asked.
We found ourselves in the kitchen.
Louis rummaged around until releasing an "Ah."
He hands me a beer.
I look at it with confusion.
"Drink it." He ordered.
I pulled back the top, taking a small sip.
Louis hearty laugh rang again.
"Chug!"
I took another small sip.
Louis puts down his own beer and tuts.
"Chug!" He demanded.
A small sip again.
"Good grief, Niall!"
Before I knew it, Louis has the can of beer hovering over me.
He plugs my nose, and tips the can into my mouth.
It rushes down my throat into my stomach.
Each sip my jeans grow tighter.
Until, we were at the bottom of the can.
Louis unplugs my nose, I take a deep breath.
My tummy is round.
Then Louis--
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