Wouldn't Ever Want Anybody Else (Larry & Ziam Fanfic)

Chapter 2 pt. 1

Sorry Im shit at updating but here you go. Anways, I guess this chapter requires the reader to suspend disbelief for a few scenes... Like I always say, it's fiction! Enjoy!
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Late the next morning, Louis woke up with a headache, and he groaned loudly. His entire naked body lay diagonal across the mattress, and he was cold. He was vaguely aware that there were no pillows at all on the bed, and after blindly feeling the space around him, he also realized there was no Harry.

Louis strained his eyes to see where his boyfriend was, but then he remembered with disappointment that Harry wasn't there. Harry was away, and he was alone. Alone with quite a hangover.

He wasn't ill, but it was definitely obvious to him that he'd drunk a lot last night. His head throbbed, the taste in his mouth was deathly, and his bladder was so full that he reluctantly kicked back the covers to make his way to the toilet. Staggering mindlessly out of bed, he instantly stepped on a variety of sex toys that had fallen on the floor sometime during the night, and he gasped. Everything from the night before came back to him as something began vibrating by his foot, and he couldn't help the warm feeling that spread throughout his body upon remembering what he had done.

Smirking, he immediately looked around for his phone. Finding it under the duvet with hardly any battery-life left, he took a photograph of the mess on the floor and sent it to Harry. The grin left his face, however, as he plugged in his phone to charge. What was he even going to do all day? No Harry...Nothing to do...Feeling like shit...

He forced himself to take a few deep breaths. He could do this. It was only two more days, after all. He only had two days, and then when he woke up on the third day, Harry would be back. He could do this. He just had to keep resolutely telling himself that. He had grown pretty addicted to Harry, and he didn't have a care in the world about admitting that fact.

After finishing up in the loo (and grimacing quite a bit at his horrid reflection), he dressed in trackies and trudged downstairs to the kitchen for some tea. And maybe some aspirin.

Louis found Zayn predictably still asleep on the sofa with only a thin blanket covering him, and he decided it was for the best to just let him sleep, even if it was close to noon. Louis hated waking Zayn up, even when it was absolutely necessary. And it was far from necessary right now for Zayn to be awake, even if Louis wanted somebody to be shuffling around the house with him. Zayn would just be grumpy, anyway.

There was nothing Louis hated more than a quiet house. He was so used to something always going on at his childhood home that he didn't know how to deal with the silence. He needed noise...be it laughter, crying, screaming...even just footsteps. Something. Louis sighed, put the kettle on, and scanned the cupboards until he found some cereal to eat.

Feeling better with a little something in his stomach, he poured himself some tea and took it upstairs to lie in bed and watch television. A hard task, really, when one's pillows were scattered across the floor and splotched with dried semen. Louis just took the pillowcases off and threw them vaguely in the direction of the laundry basket, then settled himself in his bed with his fluffy pillows and switched on the telly.

Suddenly remembering the agreement he'd made with management, he reached for his charging phone on the nightstand and opened Twitter. He tweeted: "Nice cup of Yorkshire tea to start off the day. Perfect." He rolled his eyes at what he'd written. Regardless of the fact that he loved Yorkshire Tea, he felt stupid doing virtual promotions in this manner.

He was mindlessly checking Twitter as the television was stuck on some stupid program when he received a text from Harry. Harry had apparently just received Louis' earlier picture of all his sex toys lying about, the one he captioned "twisted me ankle on these gems--apparently the price to pay for late night naughtiness ;)" Louis' face lit up upon seeing Harry's name pop up on the screen.