Loser Gets Kissed on the Mouth

Understanding

When I wake up, my head is throbbing, and I feel so, incredibly low. Predicable consequences of all of the drugs and alcohol.

It's definitely morning, but you can hardly tell with the blackout shades. The light in here is only slightly brighter than at night, thankfully.

When I peel my stinging, dry eyes open, the only person in the bed with me is Louis. Dom and Harry are nowhere to be seen.

Sensing my agony, and appearing to be in some of his own, he grunts a little as he tosses me a bottle of water.

I'm not sure if he's still mad, but at least he has mercy. The water is bringing me slowly back to life.

We lay there without saying anything for some time, but I feel the need to clear the air.

"We good, babe?" I ask, looking into his bloodshot eyes. He doesn't say anything for a moment, I think his brain is still processing.

Then he sighs and smiles slightly, with a fondness in his eyes.

"'Course, darlin'" he says softly, clearly suffering as much as I am. Relief washes over me.

"Come 'ere" he raises an arm for me to snuggle up to his chest.

I'm so fucking grateful for it. I was scared he wouldn't like me anymore, after our literal dick thumping contest last night.

"I'm not as good at talking as Haz, so bear with me..." he says. His voice is hoarse, but it's kind.

I'm laying my head on his warm chest, his heart is beating fast, probably trying to regulate his body temperature.

"You were right. Of course that's why I sent it to him. Definitely didn't expect it to happen. And so fast, so fucking good..." he continues with humor in his voice.

"Ya coulda easily just had Harry, I wouldn't have fought you on it. You'd still be just as welcome..."

"But you wanted me, too. Like I wanted you. We've never had this, you know. Not like this." he tells me sincerely, looking into my eyes.

I'm completely lost in his ocean blue ones.

"I was terribly conflicted, falling for Dom. I knew Harry liked him, approved of us, or whatever...but I didn't want him left out"

"Just because I'm in love with someone else now, doesn't mean I'm not still in love with him..." he tells me.

I nod. I'm listening intently to every word.

"I'd hoped you were seriously into him, I'd hoped that you'd keep him company, I'd hoped that you guys would find what we have..."

"Like I said, I wasn't expecting it to happen. But I'm glad that it did, Matt. I'm so glad you connected...with all of us...Dom is crazy about you, too." He chuckles.

Thank God.

"It's going to be hard when we're not all together. It gets downright brutally fucking lonely" he says, his eyebrows narrowing.

"But I think that it's possible...that if we all agree, we'll nearly always be close enough to one of us...to bridge the gaps between the rough, hard-working, lonely times" he's surprisingly profound for being so hungover.

"We've never had anything close to this before, any of us. You're adorably inexperienced, but we're all on the same page with that. None of us knew what to expect last night..."

"Last thing in the world I expected was for you to take so much control, so much initiative. For you to want Dom, too. It was so...infuriating...so insanely, intoxicatingly sexy..." he says running a hand through my hair.