The Night Before (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

I feel the sunlight on my face before I even open my eyes. I groan, knowing it's way too early for me to be up and that my head is pounding. I roll over and realize I'm not the only one in my bed. I open my eyes and see a man's back facing me. Then I realize this isn't even my bed. And I'm definitely not wearing what I was last night. 

"Shit" I mutter quietly to myself.

I sit up and look around the room and notice that I'm in a very upscale hotel. The huge bed is in the middle of the room and I see a huge tub in the bathroom that looks very inviting. My dress is on the floor. I'm wearing a men's v-neck and some basketball shorts, which by the way are very comfortable. The other person in the bed with me unintelligibly says something and rolls over. I close my eyes tightly and wished I wasn't in this awkward situation. 

I finally turn around to look at him and wince because I moved my head too fast but I see that he is now laying on his stomach with his face down. 

"There's Advil on the night stand" his voice is muffled but I understand what he says. 

I look over to the night stand and see a bottle of Advil and a glass of water. I take 2 and a huge gulp of water. The water feels great on my throat that I didn't even realize was sore. 

After about ten minutes, the medicine starts kicking in and I finally get the courage to ask the question that's been dying to get out since I woke up. 

"What happened last night? Like between us." 

I hear him shuffle behind me, I still don't have the courage to look at him, especially since now I'm flustered, embarrassed, and apparently hungover. 

"We didn't have sex or anything if that's what you're wondering." He says in a thick British accent I hadn't realized was there before. 

I visibly relax as I let out a sigh of relief. 

"What kind of person do you think I am?" He asks pretending to be offended and I immediately know how I ended up hanging out with him. 

"No but really, I wouldn't take advantage of anyone like that." He says while putting a hand on my shoulder, since my back was still to him. 

I turn around and immediately gasp. Even looking really tired and having messy hair I realize who he is.

"Yo- you- you're—-" I take a deep breath trying not to freak out, "You're Louis Tomlinson."

His smile faulters and he looks momentarily confused "Wait," He starts and then stops like he's trying to process what I just said, "Do you not remember anything from last night?"

I try my hardest to but the last thing I remember is getting a couple of drinks at the bar trying to escape the awful party. I shake my head. "No, I'm sorry"