Foolproof [ON HOLD]

Chapter 8- Blow a kiss, fire a gun

Dedicated to the lovely @punkprincess324 who sent me the sweetest message that day. Thank you so much. It's been way too LONG!! Almost an year away from wattpad, from the fandom, God I missed this so much. Anyways, I'm a bit rusty after not writing for so long so please do point any errors. Also this isn't edited and I did go through the ealier chapters and they are atrocious, I need to do some serious editing which I will be doing once I get back into the flow of things.

Thank you for the massive number of reads on this book!! And I hope you enjoy reading this, even though it's quite short!

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Title from Major Leazer's Lean On (I JUST LOVE THAT SONG!!)

(pic on the side is PURE HOTNESScredits to the owners!!)
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There is a dull pounding in my head when I wake up in a strange bed, in a completely unfamiliar room.

Stark naked.

The realization that I am without a stitch of clothing propels me out of the bed, waking the person who was lying next to me. Someone I wasn't aware till then.

One look is enough to make me wish that I never looked in the first place.

Harry Styles.

My head is a cacophony of thoughts rushing here and there and the pounding in my head increases with every breath I take. I can't remember where I was and the night before was a complete blank.

"Louis?"

Fuck, he's awake. I steel myself to look at him and I stop breathing altogether. Bathed in the sunlight slanting through the window, Harry looked positively ethereal. His hair was all tousled and his glorious body was on full display, the tiny inch of the blanket barely covering - I don't think I can breathe anymore- and every inch of his tattooed body was mine to drink in. His green eyes flicked over me top to bottom before narrowing in confusion and that was my cue to immediately scramble around to look for my clothes.

"Uh, Lou?" Does he have to call me that? Harry's face is pure confusion and he looks incredibly childlike (never mind that he definitely isn't in a certain area) as he sits up and grabs the blankets closer to himself.

"I need to go. I have no fucking idea what happened," I manage to wheeze out as I pull on my skinnies.

"You can look at me when you're speaking, you know?" Harry's voice is pure steel now and it's impossible for me to not look up and I'm honestly unsettled by the fury in his eyes.

"I-" I start before a pillow lands on my face with a thump. I stagger back and I blink at Harry who is busy pulling on his shirt and I bite back my retort. I do throw the pillow right back at his head and all I get is another marvellous glimpse of his naked body as he lets out low curses. Please don't put on your clothes, a voice whines inside my head and I let out a groan

Best day ever.

Yeah, right.

It's practically a race between me and Harry to reach to the door and I beat him to wrench the door open to Liam standing outside, his hand reaching towards the doorknob.

Perfect.

But Liam in front of me is enough for the memories to come flooding back and I suddenly know whose house it is, and where the hell I am.

Taylor's party. At Taylor's house. The entire class had been invited and yesterday evening had been a mad rush of drinks and loud, thumping music. In crystal clear clarity I remember the number of drinks I had downed one after and the other and the way I had found myself dancing in the arms of none other than Harry.

The snatches of our conversation are slowly coming back to me, but more visceral are the memories of the way our hands had greedily attacked each other and the way we kissed- rough and hot without any finesse-and the way we had stumbled into the room we were presently standing in, and the messy tangle we had been when we fell on the bed.

"Oh God, no, no, no" I wail and push past Liam and run down the stairs and stumbling over a few currently comatose, familiar bodies of my classmates lying on the floor. I barely glance around at the now trashed living room before I'm out of the house.

I hear Liam calling after me but I don't stop, if anything I quicken my steps. Unfortunately Liam does catch up with me and he's pulling my arm with a loud "Louis!"

"What the fuck happened in there, Louis?" Liam is straight to the point and when I look at his face, I can see the anger and the confusion clear as the day.

"I think," I hesitate just for a second but the memories that are flooding through my mind, sending a heatwave through my body just about clears away any doubt I had.

"I slept with Harry."

"What the fuck, Louis?!"