Unexpected

Chapter 15

Kasey's POV

I wake up, not knowing where I am at first. I'm staring at a wall, in a bed, and I hear breathing behind me. When I look over my shoulder, the events of last night flood my mind. I want to believe it was all a dream, just like the nightmare that caused me to be up here instead of the floor. However, when I see him, Louis, sleeping on his back, messy hair, and soft breathes coming out of his mouth, I know it isn't a dream.

This was real.

I lie there for the longest time, not wanting to get up. I just decide to wait him out. I do not hear Zayn anymore, so I am guessing he has left the room.

I shift a little, turning on my back and looking over at the boy beside me. Last night shocked the hell out of me to say the least. I was not expecting him to open up like that, but he did, and I am so grateful for that. I thought that the only reason he even spoke to me during the game was because he was drunk, but after last night, I realized that that wasn't the case at all.

I know in the back of my mind that this doesn't mean anything is going to drastically change. I know in the back of my mind that he will still be an asshole sometimes, but I am hoping it will not be directed to me as much now. I also don't want to get too attached to him. Just like all those years ago, I know I have absolutely no chance with someone as great as him. I know I say "great" despite everything he has said to me, but I know the real him. I have witnessed it years ago, and also last night. I just know I am not his type. I'm not good enough to get his attention like that, and well... I'm okay with that. I'm okay with that because I will take being his friend over ruining it by trying to become something I am incapable of any day.

I laid there for at least thirty minutes, just listening to Louis' soft breathing before he started to stir awake. My heart started to speed up as I felt him stretch and mumble something under his breathe. I couldn't help but start to think about everything that could go wrong.

What if he forgot?

What is he regrets letting me sleep here?

What if he kicks me out?

I know those thoughts are ridiculous, but I can never tell with Louis. He has the tendency to have mood swings, and they give me whiplash.

"You awake?" I jump slightly at his voice. It's raspy and thick from just waking up, and I can't deny that I find it very attractive.

"Yeah, I... Um... I'm wake."

"How did you sleep?" He asks, turning his head to face me. The first thing I notice his how bright his eyes are, and how refreshed he looks despite the alcohol of last night.

"Good. What about you?" I ask, trying to sound as casual as I can.

"Would have been better if you weren't snoring." He says. I feel my cheeks turn bright red. The way he said it was all seriousness, but when I look over at him he bursts out laughing.

"I was kidding, your face was priceless." he laughs. I could watch him laugh all day. His smile is so big and his eyes crinkle a little at the sides.

"Jackass." I mumble, not being able to contain the giggle that escapes through my mouth.

"Eh, nothing new there, yeah?" He shrugs, that playful smile spread across his face, mimicking mine.

I shrug, stretching out my arms a little, letting a small yawn escape.

"The guys are probably down there cooking breakfast." He says, "Or in our case, brunch."

I look over at the time and sure enough it's almost noon. I guess that is what happens when you stay up all night.