Speak Now (Larry Stylinson)

Thirty Days

I'm so sorry that I havent uploaded in so long. I have tests and assignments due this weekend so I need to study and stuff arghhhh. There's erm a lot of dialogue

Louis woke up feeling gross and muggy. Even the move of his head sent sharp pains through his skull. Every time he breathed he could smell his smelly alcohol breathe. He was all sweaty and it took quite an effort to open his eyes up wide. Louis hadn't got drunk like this in a long time.

He sensed the presence of someone else also in the bed. He looked over to see Zayn who was sleeping like a baby. The soft snoring was almost calming. It was surprising to Louis that it was Zayn. For a moment he even forgot what he had been doing last night. But then the memories of the vodka and chatting with Zayn flooded back into his head. It wasn't very clear though and of course, Louis himself and Zayn would be facing hangovers today.

The hungover boy sat up on the bed wincing at the fuzziness of everything. He felt like he could hurl any minute. Louis removed the sheets slowly of himself as he held his own head before waddling slowly out of the room and into the bathroom. He decided he wouldn't even look in the mirror; knowing it would put himself off so he jumped into the shower. He let the cold water run over himself sending shivers down his back. Hopefully this shower would wake him up a little bit more.

Louis couldn't remember the last time he had shared a bed with anyone else except Harry. It was probably the fact that he lived with Harry. Now that Louis thought about it, he either slept by himself, or with Harry. Maybe in tour he had crawled into a bed with Niall, Zayn or Liam each about once or twice but that was about it.

After a long shower, he brushed his teeth and went to make himself some breakfast. It was about ten o'clock now. Harry always slept in late so he could probably sneak into the house. Well it was worth a shot anyway. Louis cleaned up a little bit of the mess he and Zayn had made the night before and left a note beside Zayn's bed telling him he had left and not been kidnapped. Then he grabbed his grabbed his jacket and called a taxi.

Louis walked into the house to see Harry lying hidden asleep on the couch with a blanket wrapper around him. The light snoring of Harry was the only thing Louis could hear. He tiptoed into the kitchen to get a cup of water. He grabbed a plastic cup out of the cupboard which slipped out of his hands and landed on the floor. Louis cursed and kneeled down to pick it up. His head was still pounding from the alcohol. He let out a loud groan before gripping onto the counter to pull himself up. Louis's knee hit the lower cupboard door sending a violent noise zooming around the house. He sighed and massaged his head. He couldn't even get a cup of water without failing.

He'd forgotten how much fun it was being hungover.

"I heard that."

Louis swerved around slightly creeped out but was relieved to find that it was only Harry. The curly haired boy's head was sticking out from behind the sofa.

"Sorry," Louis said not really knowing what else to say.

"You're back," Harry stated in a raspy voice as he shuffled up to sit on the couch.

"Um yeah."

"And you're drunk," The younger boy stated rubbing at his eyes. Louis did not say anything but tap the plastic cup in his hand.

"Where were you?"

"Zayns place."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to," Louis replied not wanting to explain.

"What did you guys do?" Harry persisted on.

"Talk and drink."

"About what?"