Flower Crowns

11.

Louis' P.O.V

"Louis." I heard a quite voice. I ignored it, trying to fall back asleep.

"Lou, I need medicine." A familiar voice whispered. I slowly opened my eyes and peaked down at the voice. Harry was laying on my bare chest, eyes watering and hair messy. My arms were wrapped around his bare waist securely.

"Why do you need medicine?"

"Just some pain medicine, you know, with what happened last night-"

Last night? Bits and pieces of the night before trickled in. Touching and caressing his body. Pulling down his pants. Did we have sex? No. No. We couldn't have? Had we?

"Oh God no!" I said jumping out of bed and covering my mouth. I had sex with a boy. I can't believe I had sex with...with Harry! I found my clothes, pulling them on quickly.

"Lou what's going on?" He asked touching my arm gently and I jumped.

"Don't touch me. Don't talk to me ever again. I made a huge mistake." I breathed running out the door. I ran down the stairs, avoiding the trash and people littering the floor. I ran into the kitchen, stopping at the sight.

"Does it feel better?" Zayn cooed, peppering kisses on the blonde boys neck. He combed his fingers through Zayn's dark brown hair.

"Mhm. Much." Niall responded laying his head on Zayn's shoulder. Niall, the guy who I thought was as straight as a ruler, all the girls wanted, was sitting on Harry's best friend and my friend Zayn's lap. What the hell. They eventually noticed my presence and Niall blushed.

"H-Hey Louis." Niall stuttered.

"What is happening?" I yelled running out the house like a maniac. Everything was coming at once, it was too much. My head was pounding as I rested it on the steering wheel.

Harry's P.O.V

"I knew it. I knew I shouldn't have left you alone with him. I was just trying to give you seem freedom. I've been on you for so long, I just wanted you to have some fun." Zayn said carefully hugging me to his body. Niall just watched sympathetically.

"It's not your fault, it's mine." I sniffled wiping away the tears.

"Didn't he kiss you though?"

"Well, not really. On the corner of my mouth." I said sadly swiping my finger over the spot.

"And apparently other places." He muttered under his breath. He softly grabbed my chin checking out the other hickeys I had.

"He knew what he was doing. Honestly, I think he's just scared."

"Scared of me?" I'm sure I'm not a scary person. Am I?

"No not you Haz. Of being--you know." He said gesturing with his hands.

"Gay?" I whimpered.

"Yeah. Not that it's a bad thing, it's just a new adjustment when you're not used to it. But I'm sure he'll come around." He explained. Niall stared at him and he glanced back.

"You seem pretty calm about this."

"It's just my headache. Believe me, I'm furious." He assured me frowning. He quickly glanced at Niall before looking at the ground.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" I asked tilting my head.

"Uh-no. Like I said, it's my head, I'm still a bit drunk, so I'm going to sleep for a couple hours. You should do the same, then we'll go home." He stuttered.

"Yeah." I said raising an eyebrow.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked.

"Yeah-Yeah. I'm fine. I'm going to do as you recommended." I said laying back in bed.

"Okay. I'll be in another room. I'll wake you. Niall can you show me some place to sleep?" He asked putting his hand on his arm.

"Sure." He said blushing. They walked out the room, closing the door. This day couldn't get worse.

Zayn's P.O.V

We walked down the hall in silence. I wasn't sure what was going on between us. Was it just a fling? A drunken mistake? He leaded me into a room that was surprisingly empty and clean.

"This is my room. Um-you can sleep here." He said putting his hand on his head. He must also have a headache.

"Oh, thanks." I said walking over to the neatly made bed.

"Uh...about last night and this morning. Did it mean anything?" He asked biting his lip. His blue eyes held hope. Just like Harry's did when he looks at Louis.

"I don't know honestly. We were both ridiculously drunk and...I'm straight."

"Me too." He said after a moment, looking at the ground.

"I just thought--well I don't really know what I thought." He shrugged sadly.

"I'm sorry if I confused you. I'm also confused. Especially this morning....I'm still hungover." I knew I was straight. I liked girls, but Niall. He was just...I don't know how to explain it. He was just beautiful.

"O-Okay. I understand, bye I guess." He sighed. I hated this feeling. I hated seeing him sad. I hated feeling affectionate to another boy. Though I was confused, I couldn't deny it. I wouldn't deny it. I'm not going to be a Louis and push him away. I pushed him up against the wall softly.

"Z-Zayn, what're you doing?" Niall stuttered, blue eyes sparkling.

"I want you." I said breathily.

"You're going to regret this later on. You're still hungover remember?"

"I know what's going on. I know what I want." I assured him. I traced my finger over his soft lips. He watched my every movement. I closed my eyes placing my lips against his. I moved my lips against his softly. They were plump and sweet. His lips moved against mine hungrily. He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling at the tiny hairs on the nape of my neck. He pulled away breathily for one second, to breathe and then reconnect our lips. I bit on his bottom lip pulling it slightly, making him whimper. When I began to feel lightheaded, I pulled away. His lips were a cherry red and a tiny bit swollen. He blushed looking up at me through his eyelashes. I put my hand on his pink cheek.

"You're beautiful, I just want you to know that." I smiled brushing hair out his eyes. He smiled back putting his small hand on my scruff.

"I'd love to stare at your face all day, but I'm exhausted." He yawned cutely putting his head on my chest.

"Me too. Sleep?"

"Yeah, but with you." He said sleepily. I picked him up like a little baby, laying him on the bed. My baby. He automatically pulled his back to my chest.

"Zayn?"

"Yeah?"

"I never thought I'd be gay."

"Me neither." I never would've imagined feeling this this towards a boy. I know it'd take some getting use to.

"I'm glad though."

"I don't regret it, I really like you. I just want you to know that." He mumbled before he snored softly. I felt my heart flutter at that notion and I cuddled him closer. This boy. This beautiful, funny, spontaneous, blue-eyed and perfect boy. Would be the death of me.

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Aw Ziall is so cute. YAS! I love this story so much. I don't have much to say in these notes. I'm just enjoying life.