I Cant Help Falling In Love With You {L.S}

Stranger (I)

Summary: it's New Years and Louis meets a stranger (I cant really say much bc ittl spoil it)

Louis was sprawled out on his couch, his head was pounding and he had a nasty hangover from last night.

Him and his friends decided it would be a good idea to go bar hopping the day before New Years

"I don't know about you guys, but I want to enter the near year drunk" Louis vaguely remembers Niall saying before they got wasted.

It probably wasn't the best idea to begin with, seeing as he's being forced to go to Time Square tonight with his girlfriend to watch the ball drop.

Eleanor seemingly disappeared in her closet, rummaging through dozens of party dresses and matching heels to try to find her outfit tonight.

"Louis, do you like this one?" She asked as she stepped out of the room infront if him

He cracked open his eyes for a second before grunting

"It looks beautiful"

"You didn't even see it" she furrowed her eyebrows before brushing off non existent dust from her thighs and walking forward to sit beside Louis on the couch. The clacking of her heels on the hardwood floor echoed through his head, making it throb in pain.

He forced his eyes open again, everything seeming too loud and bright as he forced a smile

"You look good in everything" he replied. He knew things like that made her happy, even if they aren't necessarily true.

She just smiled, grabbing the TV remote and clicking the power button. He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in the throw pillow beside him, the fake laugh tracks of whatever reality show she was watching rang through his ears and straight to his brain.

He looked up at her to see her tapping away at her phone, the clicking sounds of her long acrylic nails and her smacking her gum made him cringe.

He stood up slowly, immediately getting a head rush. Once it passed, he shuffled to the kitchen, his eyes only half open.

Louis' hands bumped into the walls and the counter top as he lead himself infront of the sink, filling up a glass with water and chugging the contents.

He brought his hands up to his temples and rubbed the sides of his head. Slowly, he walked into the bathroom. Louis looked in the mirror, his hair was disheveled and stubble made itself present on his chin and upper lip.

He opened the medicine cabinet and took the bottle of pain killers from the top shelf, opening it and dumping 2 of the red pills into his hand.

He filled up a second glass of water and took it with the pills.

"Louis!" He heard Eleanor shriek from the living room

"Ow" he mumbled, massaging his forehead as he peeked his head out

"What?"

"Do you have a red suit?"

"No, why?"

"Because! My dress is red! We have to match!" She shook her head, pushing her way past him to get into their bedroom.

He rolled his eyes and followed her reluctantly

"Can't I just wear a red tshirt or something?" He asked

"What kind of question is that?"

"So that's a no then?" He asked

She glared at him before taking a dark red dress shirt out of the closet, along with a pair of black pants and a silver tie (that matched her shoes).