Gossip Girl (1D Edition)

2 Days Before - March 23, 2015 (Part 2)

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Harry's POV

I sit on the couch flipping through the channels on the television. I've been doing this for the past few hours in spite of finding something that sparks my interest. Finally giving up, I turn off the TV and make my way towards my room when suddenly the door swings open making an unpleasantly, loud noise. Coming through the door is Liam and Zayn, who may I note, seem to be the most sober out of the four. Zayn struggles to carry Niall while Liam wobbles all over the place trying to support Louis who had just shifted all of his weight onto Liam's shoulder.

"Harry, help," Liam calls out in a strangled voice as he looks up at me with pleading eyes. As soon as Louis sees me approaching them, he lets go of Liam and literally throws himself into my arms. Upon impact, I instantly take in Louis' scent of alcohol and sweat.

"Hazza!!!" he yells into my ear, completely catching me off guard. Louis continues to stumble a bit more and almost falls, but fortunately I catch him before he would have reached the floor. "Okay, come on, let's get you to bed," I suggest wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

Once we reach his room, I gently place him on his bed and begin to take off his pants, as well as his shirt, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxers and his socks. I stare at his beautiful body and think, "Harold, get a grip." I sigh as I see Louis with his eyes closed. I turn off the lights as I'm leaving and just as I reach the door Louis grumbles, "No Harry, stay with me". He sounds incredibly vulnerable and his pleading voice warms my heart that I almost give in to his request, but luckily I come to my senses just in time.

"Louis you're drunk, just go to sleep. I'm still mad at you," I say pouting, remembering the events from earlier that night. He chuckles and smiles sleepily, "Oh, come on, Harry. I'm sorry. Can't you forgive me love?" Hearing him call me "love" made me want to drop the act, jump into that bed, and cuddle with him. Unfortunately, as much as I wanted to do so, I knew I shouldn't. Besides, it's not like he would remember anything when he woke up tomorrow.

"We'll talk in the morning Lou," I tried reasoning with him one last time, but his voice stops me from leaving once more. "Can you at least give me a good night kiss?" and he puckers his lips waiting for me to kiss him. I sigh in defeat and slowly make my way to him. I give him a quick peck and he smiles instantly. "Good night, Harry. Love you", the last two words were barely audible as he falls asleep for real this time. "Love you too," I whisper softly before I close the door to his room and make my way towards mine.

The Next Morning

Louis' POV

I wake up with an insane headache. "Ugh," I complain to myself as I tug my hair. I rub my eyes and blink in attempt to see more clearly and wake myself up. I look around and recognize that I'm in my hotel room and I'm practically naked. I have faint memories from last night, but I assume that it was most likely Liam who tucked me and I make a mental note to thank him later.

I pat my bed in search for my phone. I eventually find it and groan in annoyance when I try turning it on, only to realize that it is in fact dead. I get out of bed and suddenly become thankful that I'm wearing socks because the air conditioner has been on all night and I can only imagine how cold the floor must be.

Walking around my room, I go on a mini scavenger hunt in hopes of finding my charger. Once I find it, I sigh in relief and instantly connect my phone. While my phone is charging, I decide to pay a trip to the kitchen to ransack the cabinets for something that will calm my headache, which is hastily turning into a migraine.

As I approach the kitchen I become engulfed with the delicious scent of food. Sure enough, when I walk in I am greeted with a shirtless Harry standing over the stove making some breakfast. He hasn't noticed my presence yet so I take a moment to just stand there and admire the beautiful human being in front of me. His back muscles are flexing as he moves around the small space adding different spices and foods into the pan. He is perfect.