Falling (A Larry Stylinson And Niam Horayne Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5 <3

~ Harry's POV ~

I was so happy after louis hung out with me at the bar after our gig last night. He's so lovely I mean he's so funny, sweet, good looking, and just special. He intreeged me, made me want to love him. Thank god we traded numbers or I would have went back to that bar every single day just to find him because he's just worth it.

When I got home I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face the whole time. I walked in and carefully slipped off my shoes and picked them up to place gently in my shoe basket, because I'm wierd like that. Deciding that I was going to have a hangover tomorrow or rather in a few hours I walked into the kitchen and put on the kettle and got my mug out. Trying to remember from the small amount of times I got drunk I suddenly remembered that water helps, waters good. So while waiting for tea I poored my self a tall glass and with my clumsy hands grabbed the slender glass and brought it to my lips. The water slowley sloshed down my throught cooling it on the way down. I put down the glass with a small tink as glass hits the marble counter top. The kettle started whistling and I suddenly remembered why my childhood bestfriend wanted me to get rid of it but I've always liked vintage things. I grabbed the handle carefully and put my Earl Grey tea and one teaspoon of sugar into my mug and carefully poored the boiled water into the mug hearing the hissing sound it makes touching the cool spout. I put the kettle back on the now turned off stove and slid in my socks over to the fridge and swiftly opened the door. I grabbed the milk and poured a splash into my mug befor putting it back in the fridge.

With slender fingers I grabbed the handle and walked into the living room grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels. Love actually was playing and I decided to just watch that untill I finished my tea. I slowley drank my tea getting more into the movie now. But what can I say I've always been a hopeless romantic with no one to shower my love over.

When I got up to the part in the movie when they started filming the porn I turned off the movie stood up stretching my back and looked at the time. 3:47 AM. With a sigh I grabbed my mug walked to the small kitchen and gently placed it in the sink. I turned around and started up the stairs. Feeling sleep take over me with every stair I finally got to the top. I turned left down the hall way and walked two doors over making a right into my room and leaving the light off. I tugged off my skinny jeans and slipped off my t-shirt crawling under the blankets and plugging in my phone. Knowing I wouldn't get up on time, i sent louis and good morning text and fell back asleep.

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I woke up the next morning with my theory proven right. I did infact have a rubbish hang over. But my mood instantly inproved when I checked my phone and saw that louis texted me. I quickly responded and decided a shower was necisary.

I got up and started wiggling my toes and cracking my back and knuckles standing up in the process. My light footsteps made small patters agains my wood floor on my way to the bathroom down the hall.

When I steped into the bathroom I combed my fingers through my hair and tugged down my boxers.

I turned around and twisted the shower controls turning on the shower and soon steam consumed the whole room. I stepped under the warm water letting it sooth my teribal headache and sore muscles. I gently put some shampoo in my hair and started massaging, sothing my head ache even more.

By the time I was done with my shower I was relaxed and smelt of mangos and oranges. I walked down stairs and took two advils knowing that in a little bit I would be able to feel my hangover again.

I walked back up to my room and dried off putting on boxers in the process. I pulled on my skinny jeans and white convers still too hot from my shower to put on a shirt.