“Dammit Harry!” Zayn thought, cursing his curly haired bandmate.
Zayn was annoyed as because for the third time this week Harry had lost his favourite t-shirt, and now everyone else had to help him retrieve it. “Or else” Harry had said, not even jokingly.
Rolling his eyes, Zayn lifted Harry’s quilt and looked underneath, finding a tub of sweets hidden in the corner.
“Hah, no wonder Harry’s been looking fuller lately, he must be sucking down these things when we aren’t looking.”
Zayn was of course referring to Harry’s recent weight gain, which just in the last week had led to a stern talking to from management about eating habits, along with the importance of exercise.
Giving up the search, Zayn instead grabs a handful of sweets, piling them into his mouth, savouring their flavour, before grabbing another handful. Tucking the remaining sweets back into the corner, and putting the quilt back over, zayn returns his bunk.
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