Backwards A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction

I am conscious, though my eyes aren't open. I don't want to open them. Opening them would be admitting that the happenings of yesterday in my dream was never true. Which seem so amazing that I'm not sure it's me they happened too. Opening my eyes would be admitting that my dream wasn't real. But all dreams have to be broken eventually, I learnt that the hard way.

I open my eyes, to see my surroundings different to what I thought was meant to be my bedroom. I blink a few times, thinking I would suddenly appear in my bedroom, but I'm not. I sit up and look around.

The bedroom is large, and white, a few stray pictures hanging on the walls. I look down, and realise there's a boy spread out across the bed.

I jump out of bed and see that I'm naked. "Shit!" I mutter, the memory of last night floods back.

My best friend Ashleigh had dragged me to a club, saying that some big boy band were going to be there, as one of the Irish members had come back to visit his family.

I had remembered that the whole town of Mullingar had been excited for this for ages. He hadn't been to Ireland in a year, and this time he would be bringing his band members with him.

I hurriedly look around for my dress that I had worn, I find it scrunched up in the corner of the room, I pull it on over my head, and look around for my pants. I cant find them, so I eventually give up.

I pull my black sparkly high heels on, and look around the room, for clues to who I've slept with.

I see a picture of the band, and a picture of two boys, one with brown curly hair that flops to one side, the other had brown messy short hair but still looks effortlessly beautiful.

I then know that it's the second boy, no doubts.