"Shit, fuck-" I curse as I roll off of you and put on some boxers. "Who the fuck is ringing the doorbell now?"

Three times the doorbell rang. The first time we ignored it, what we were doing was more important than whoever was at the door. The second time we thought it was strange but we continued to ignore it. But the third time... Someone could be dying already, otherwise I'm going to get angry, damn it, I was about to-

The bell rings again.

"Don't move, I'll be right back," I say as you cover your body with the sheets and sigh lightly.

I rush down the stairs without even bothering to put on a shirt. I head for the front door and open it with determination, but my mouth closes when I see two police officers standing on the other side. Why the hell are the police in my house? What the hell happened? If they put Niall in the cell, I'm not going to get him out until I'm done with you.

"We've received a noise complaint," says one of them.

"A noise complaint? But I don't—oh," I say, realizing. Noises, your noises.

Let's see, it's true that you like to scream a lot and that the neighbors thought we had a cat in heat, but to call the police? Damn.

They both look down at my half-flared boxers and giggle. "Try to be less noisy, champ." they say