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「one」

Harry didn't remember much of last night.

He remembered getting back late from the concert with Louis, Louis breaking out the alcohol, Louis talking him into a few drinks.

Louis with his dumb smiles. A lot of laughter. At some point Harry was on his phone after Louis had passed out, clinging to Harry's side.

The rest- it's just a blur.

That doesn't really matter though, what does matter is his head, which is hurting like a bitch.

Harry groans and runs a hand through his hair, looking around Louis' empty room. He stands up, gently prying Louis' hands from his side. He stumbles and tries to focus on making it to the kitchen in one piece. He looks down at his feet, and for some reason he's only wearing one sock. Are those even his socks? He looks closer. Nope, they're Louis'.

Harry looks back up and grabs a glass, filling it up with water and drinking the whole thing down in one go. He fills it up again, sipping on it as he gets another glass and fills it up.

He walks back over to Louis' bed, setting the glass on the nightstand. He pulls a bottle of ibuprofen out of his backpack that was leaning by the table. He pops four in his mouth, swallowing them in one go. He leaves another 4 next to the glass of water for Louis when he wakes up.

Harry looks down at the bed, carefully grabbing his phone. He hits the unlock button, staring blankly at his phone when nothing happens. He holds down the power button, and his phone just blinks at him and tells him to plug it in. He blinks a few times before shoving it in his backpack angrily.

Looking back down at Louis, he pulls the covers up so they cover the smaller man. He smiles, whispering a quick "See you later, Tommo." as he throws his backpack on his shoulder and leaves with a small 'click' of the door.

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Louis wakes up and instantly regrets doing so. His head pounds as he slowly opens his eyes. He groans, rolling over and cursing the damn sun. Who gave it the right to shine? Fuck you sun, thinking you're all mighty and shit. Louis thinks to himself, rubbing his eyes as he sits up. He looks around his room, spotting the glass and the pills. He gives a small, grateful smile, reminding himself to thank Harry later as he reaches over and takes them, feeling slightly better.

He lies back down, yawning and stretching out fully on his bed. He stares at the ceiling, trying to make any sense of what happened last night. He raises his hands into the air, popping his knuckles.

He stops when he feels an unfamiliar ring.

He brings his left hand to his face, staring at the new silver ring resting on his ring finger. A small green gem twinkles back at him. He twirls his hand slightly, seeing the word 'oops!' engraved on the ring. He squints at the ring. When the fuck did he get this? What happened last night?

He sits in silence for a few minutes but nothing comes back to him. He sits up, patting around the bed for his phone. He throws the covers off the bed, hearing a loud THUNK. Fuck. Louis stands up, or rather, falls out of bed gracefully- he totally meant to do that- and rolls over to his phone. He looks it over, making sure there are no scratches or cracks. He hums in delight as he notices that there's nothing wrong. He hums angrily when he sees that his phone is dead though.

Louis rolls back to the bed and plugs his phone back in. He takes a quick sip of water, rolling over in bed, planing to sleep more.

He closes his eyes, mind filling with curls and stupid laughs. He smiles, slipping into sleep-

Knock knock knock.

No.

Knock knock knock knock.