Louis had lately been diagnosed with an over active bladder. It wasn't a massive thing, it wasn't going to kill him. But it did mean he was going to need a wee. And a lot aswell, he hadn't told the other lads about it, oh god no. They'd chuck him out if the band. Louis had lately been staying at home, whilst the lads had gone out.
It was to save himself from any embarrassment. Because louis could need to pee at any time. And he wouldn't normally make it. He'd race to the toilet, and leak on the way, or he'd just wet himself completely. And if he was out and that happened, it'd be all over the news. And Louis would never hear the end if it.
The thing is Louis wouldn't know when he needed to go. He felt like he needed to go, but he didn't actually need to go. And when he realised he needed to go it was when he was desperate and he was about to wethimself. And that's what he hated, he hated the fact he couldn't control his bladder.
But somehow he managed to find himself with Niall,