The Next Morning //Nouis// boyxboy ✅

Chapter 1

Louis

It's been a week since I woke up with Niall that morning and things are definitely different. A lot different. I mean who wouldn't be after waking up next to one of your best friends. We aren't acting the same around each other anymore, I have tried to keep up my same personality with everyone, especially him, but I just can't anymore. Something feels off inside me.

The morning Niall left my room after telling me never to speak of it, not that I would, he almost got caught by Harry. Apparently Harry walked in on him changing his clothes. It didn't surprise me that Harry just barged into Niall's room, it did surprise me that Niall hadn't shut his doors properly. Harry had then announced to him to get ready for a late breakfast, or brunch if you will.

Liam had come over to get me and he found me hunched over the toilet bowl heaving up still, also still being naked. My whole body ached and I was not in the mood to interact with people, especially Niall. But Liam insisted the food would help me. Just the thought of food made me feel sick. Liam did stay to comfort me while I continued to hurl by rubbing my clammy back. And it then dawned on me, two out of the three boys had now seen me naked. I might as well just let Harry see me now.

Once I had finished Liam helped my weak body up and to the basin. I leaned over and turned the cold water on. I splashed my face and rinsed my mouth out. Just the taste of water made me want to puke all over again.

Liam gave me a towel and I wiped my face before wrapping it around my waist. I could tell he felt uncomfortable, he was just too nice to say it. Now covered and finished hurling. I was lead back to my room where Liam handed me the comfiest clothes I had packed that went together. I slipped them on, not bothering with underwear since it was just some sweat pants, and slipped on my converse. On the way out I grabbed my sunglasses. Though I was inside, I didn't want anyone to see how bad I looked.

At the table, I stayed put while the others wandered off to get food. I was by far the worse out of all of them. I rested my head in my arms on the table. I wanted to ignore everyone around me. There were three other tables in the dining room. A table full of three women sipping coffee. A table with a husband, wife and their two children under the age of five. The last one was filled with a bunch of teenagers, boys and girls. It seemed to be a friends get away where there were at least two couples out of the ten people.

The three boys returned with their plates and Harry brought one back for me. As he sat down he set the food down and patted my back gently. We were definitely still the closest two, no matter what people thought about us. They still believed we were a couple, they honestly didn't believe we were straight, all of us. We were all interested in girls. It's hard to convince our fans otherwise though.

After we ate, I nibbled on some food, we all went back upstairs, everyone deciding to go to Liam's room except me. I was too tired to do whatever they planned to. It surprised me how they weren't as bad as me, I swear they were as bad as me. It didn't matter though. I needed to rest for tomorrow. I went back to my room and climbed back into my bed. I instantly felt better that my body could relax in the soft mattress. With that I dozed off.

The next night was another concert. I felt better, but my feelings with Niall were still there. I tried to stay away from him during the concerts. All three of them eyed me when I'd walk away from Niall instead of squirting him with water or doing something silly like I would do. I could tell the fans could notice my odd behaviour, especially my walk. I was still sore from that night and it annoyed me.

But by the end of the concert I had to do something to make things seem okay between me and Niall. So during our second to last song, I grabbed as many water bottles as I could, leaving enough for us to drink if we needed and undid all the lids. While Niall sung at his microphone I poured the water over him. He just stopped singing and stood there, mostly in shock. Once out of it, he turned to me and I hurried off, trying to sing the chorus in the process with my mic that I grabbed. It hurt to run, but it was worth it. To save myself, it was definitely worth it.