Stay - Harry Styles.

NONE OF THESE CHAPTERS ARE EDITED....

Stay.

Poppy's POV- -

Ehhhhh.The thumping in my head was getting worse every second. I should probably get up and get some pain killers for it but I don't know what I'm going to face when I get up.

First world problems , I swear. Although this is nothing out of the ordinary for me, most of my Friday nights are spent hanging out with friends drinking at a club and then waking up in random guys beds or random guys in MY bed.

I love drinking , partying and clubbing but I hate the hangovers.Simple.

I decided enough is enough so I slowly heave myself out of my comfy bed. I look around for my clothes I wore last night , finally I spot them. Wow , we must have had fun , my underwear was thrown carelessly over my floor lamp and my tight dress over the opposte side of the room.

I look around and see that there's no sign of last nights mystery man.

'Another satisfied customer' I thought as I walked into the kitchen.

- - -

"Well don't you look beautiful" My best friend Eleanor smirks. Because I have no response I just give her the finger. "Mature" She smirks again.

Did someone put something in her coffee this morning ? Why is she so smiley ....

"I made you pancakes"She smiles AGAIN !

"Ok, cut the crap El.Why are you so smiley?" I decided to get straight to the point instead of fart-assing around.

"Louis is coming home from tour today and I'm so excited for our date tonight" She squeals.

Should have guessed.

Louis.

Louis Fucking Tomlinson is coming home from tour.

"Great" I mumble and walk into my room.

Its not that I'm not happy for her or anything but her and Louis' little love-fest makes me sick.

Actually just the word LOVE makes me feel like I'm going to vomit.

Poppy Moore does NOT do love.

At all.