AGLOW [L.T]

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SLIGHT TW: self harm 

"Ah, fuck" I hiss as the warm curling iron burns the tip of my finger. I look at the red tip I just burnt the shit out of. 

"What happened?" Louis asks from the shower running behind me. 

Yeah... we realized sharing a bathroom is harder than you'd expect. He needs to shower and I need to fix my hair and do makeup and I can't really be left alone either so now he's showering and I'm curling my hair. 

"I just burnt my finger" I mutter, turning the tap on to run it under some water. 

"Bummer," he says as the shower turns off. 

Louis's hand reaches out to grab the towel before he pushes the shower curtain to the side. The towel is tied around his hips and he steps out with water dripping from his hair down his body. I keep focusing on my hair in the mirror so I don't awkwardly get caught staring. 

"You got something to tell Sophie yet?" I ask, looking at the cut and the bruise covering a lot of my face. 

"How about..." Louis leans back on the sink with his arms crossed over his bare chest," You had really, really rough sex" he smirks widely. 

I put the curling iron down on the counter and sigh before I bring my palm to his chest, pushing him away from me. 

"Get out." 

"What?" he laughs, "Imagine the look on Sophie's face if you said it" 

"She'd be terrified and absolutely not believe it," I say picking the curling iron back up to keep adding curls to my head, "she thought I was a virgin, so she probably don't think I have sex and would therefor see through it immediately."

"Okay, so you're not a virgin?" he asks. I turn my head to him with raised eyebrows. 

"That's what you focus on?" I ask, he just shrugs while shaking his head, "Do I give virgin vibes or something?!" 

"A little, maybe, yeah?" he says. 

"Fuck off." 

"What? you just seem too innocent, that's all" He shrugs. 

"Can you go get dressed?" I ask to get rid of his annoying ass disturbing me. 

"That's what I mean, is it such a big deal I'm in a towel?" he asks. 

I put the curling iron down again, putting both of my hands to his bare chest and start to push him out of the room. I get him out and quickly close the door and lock it.

"It's not a big deal, but we have a dinner to get to so get dressed!" I say through the door. 

"Okay first of all, that was rude. Second of all, you do think it's a big deal" he says back. 

"Louis, you've been walking around without your shirt since I took it off, what do you think?" I say, walking back to finish my hair. 

"you took my shirt off" he says like a teasing child.

"Shut up!" I yell, not even trying to contain my smile going up my face from his ridiculous this is. 

Ten minutes later I had finished curling my hair, brushed it out and hairsprayed it. I stepped out to the room that was much cooler from the hot, stifle bathroom I was just in. I was still in my sweatpants and the shirt I wore before. 

Louis had put pants on, the same black ones he always wears. He had a white t-shirt with a black Lee jean jacket on. They don't really dress up, that far I've learned. He was on hos phone, typing on it, so I assumed he was texting someone.