Broken Promises

Chapter 9

Louis POV

When I woke up the next morning, I was on the floor of my living room with a massive headache. My shirt was off, and I was only wearing one shoe.

"Ummm...".

I glanced around the room hoping that someone else was here with me, but no such luck. I slowly got up beacuse the room was spinning. When I finally regained my balance, I walked into my room to shower. The hot water hitting my face really woke me up. Knowing that the boys and I had another show today, I had to pull myself together. Now was not the time for a hangover. As I shaved and got dressed, I started to feel better. My head was still ringing, but I at least felt like myself. I was eating a bowl of cereal when Ana walked in.

"I was wondering when you were going to get up", I said.

She said nothing and took a seat on the other side of the kitchen.

"What's up with the anti-social disposition?"

She shrugged and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Okay, really. Ana, what's wrong? I've never known you to not have anything to say".

"I'm fine", was all she said.

She was clearly lying, and I wasn't sure why.

"Sorry if it bothered you that I came home drunk yesterday. I don't usually get that bad. But, if I did something to you, I'm sorry".

"Wait", she said, "you don't remember?"

"No. I have no recollection of last night at all. Did I come on to you or touch you inappropriately?"

"No! Of course not"

"Then, what's the problem?"

She shook her head and sat up.

"Nothing. If you don't remember, then don't worry about it".

"Are you sure? You seem weird, and I'm blaming myself".

"Trust me, Lou. It was nothing that you did. Let's just forget it".

Alright then. Whatever she wanted. But, I still think that I must have done something. She wouldn't be acting like this.

"Okay. So, what do you wanna do today?"

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I convinced Ana to talk to Zayn. She and him needed to make up. I told her that was the reason, but I really just wanted her out of my place. I didn't mind her being there, but at this point, she was just being stubborn. We were all at rehearsals resting in between songs. Zayn was on the phone with someone, I assumed it was Ana, and Niall was tweeting. I beckoned Harry and Liam to come sit beside me.

"So, how was your night last night?", Harry asked.

"It was fine after I passed out in my living room. I don't remember anything that we did".

"Well, you're not alone. I crashed at Liam's because I was too out of it to go home".

"What about you, Liam?"

"I babysitted Harry".

"How? You drank just as much as we did".

He shook his head.

"No. I drank. But, not as much. I sobered up a couple of hours before Harry did".

"Sorry about that", Harry apologized.

Liam laughed it off.

"Don't worry about it, mate. After you got sick in my guest room, it was really easy. You slept most of the time".