Trust, Love, and Lost Relations

Little Things

Felicity's P.O.V.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt a stabbing pain in my head. Awesome. I thought sarcastically. I groaned and pried myself from Niall's arms, getting out of bed.

I went downstairs and turned on the kettle. I looked around for some Advil, but didn't find any. Dammit.

The kettle started squealing, so I went and took it off the stove, pouring the hot water into my cup, which already had a teabag and sugar in it.. I added the milk, and then sat down gratefully in the living room. My head pounded every time I moved.

A few hours later, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked over to see Louis coming down. I smiled at him in greeting and he gave me a little wave.

He walked to the kitchen and I could hear the sounds of the kettle being put on the stove and a cup of tea being started. I shifted on the couch and grasped my head, hissing at the sudden stabbing pain.

Louis walked in at that moment and looked at me. "What's wrong with you?" He asked me.

"Oompah Loompas," I muttered, slightly irritated. He gave me a funny look.

"What?" He asked, looking at me like I was crazy. Which, maybe I was, but that was beside the point. "What?" I asked back.

"You just mumbled something about oompah loompas," he said, looking at me funny.

"Oh," I said, understanding, "yeah, there are oompah loompas in my head."

"What?" He asked me, laughing.
"There are oompah loompas in my head."
"O...k??"

I sighed, exasperated. "That's my theory for migraines," I explained to him. "They're caused by oompah loompas making chocolate in your head with big machines."

He nodded, "seems legit," he said. I nodded at him. "It does."

He came and sat beside me on the couch, his tea in hand. "So, why haven't you taken any medicine for it?" He asked me.

"We don't have any, I looked," I told him miserably.

"Oh, so what gave you a migraine?" He asked me.

"I don't know, I just woke up with it this morning," I explained to him, "and it hurts like a bitch."

"Well, yes," he said, "that's usually what they do."

I stuck my tongue out at him, the movement sending a stabbing pain through my head again. "Fuck," I said, hissing again at the pain.

"What?!" He asked me, "what's wrong?!" He looked at me, seemingly worried. Although I don't know why.

"It's just the migraine, Louis. Relax," I laughed a little, grasping my head again at the pain.

"But there were no loud sounds," he said confused.

"That's not the way mine work," I explained to him,"Mine hurt when I move, not when I hear loud sounds. And I mean every time I move."

"Well, that sort of sucks," he said to me. "Yeah it does," I said back.

We sat in silence for a little while longer while Louis finished his tea. After he did, I grabbed both of our cups and took them to the kitchen. When I walked back to the living room, I seen that Niall and Liam had woken up as well.

I walked over and curled up on the couch next to Niall. He pecked me on the lips. "Morning love," he said.

"Morning," I said back. He grasped my waist and pulled me closer to his side. I was grateful for this, because I suddenly felt the urge to just cuddle forever.