Love Hurts

Chapter 2

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I woke up to the feeling of soft silk pillows surrounding my face.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, I checked the clock. 3:15am.

I groaned and lay back down in bed closing my eyes and trying to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come.

I theatrically sighed and slid back the covers and slipped out of bed into the frosty early morning air.

I walked forward and reached for the door, opening it and walking down the hallway.

I shivered and opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk. I then grabbed some cereal poured the milk and putt the ingredients away.

I slowly ate at the cereal, mentally yelling at my brain for waking me up this early in the morning.

I heard footsteps slowly travelling down the hall. I looked up and saw Louis in the doorway.

"Hey BooBear!" I greeted him.

"Hey Hazza." He replied giving me a cheeky kiss on the cheek.

I know he meant it in a joking manner, but weirdly enough I felt an tingley feeling go up and down my spine. I shook it off. Probably nothing, I thought to myself.

I smirked up at Lou who shook his head and opened the fridge and started drinking from the carton of milk..

"Hey." I whined.

"What?"

.

"I wouldn't do that if i were you." I warned

"Why not?" He asked.

"Liam told me off the other day for doing it."

Louis put the carton in the fridge.

"You saw nothing." He stated.

"Agreed."

I rinsed my bowl in the sink and leapt onto the couch flipping through the channels on with the remote control.

I could feel a small vibration in my pocket, I slipped my hand in and pulled out my phone. I check the caller ID, management. I sighed and answered the call holding it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I called into the phone.

"Harry," replied Uncle Simon's voice into teh reciever,

"tomorrow we have another interview at 9am so we are moving your sound check to 12pm. Comprendo?" He asked.

"Yeah," I replied silently.

"Good," Then I heard the familiar ringing in the phone meaning he had hung up. 

I turned around on the couch and looked at Louis who was now laying slumped across the table and snoring loudly. I sighed longingly and looked at his hair, oh how I wish I could just run my fingers through his lusci- I stopped. What was that all about? I asked myself silently. probablly nothing I thought.

I got up and walked into my bedroom and turned the heater on in the ensuit. I silently stepped over to my drawers and pulled out a white v-neck with a pair of skinny jeans.

I chucked them onto my bed, walked into the ensuit and hopped into the shower, I pulled out my favourite mango-pinapple bodywash and scrubbed my body. I picked up my tresemme shampoo and conditioner all in one bottle and poured some into my hand and ran my fingers through my curls. 

My thoughts drifted back to Louis who was probabally still fast asleep on the kitchen table. He just looked so adorable when he was sleeping I can't help but just want to think about him! I shook my head and shut off the water, climbing out of the shower and wrapping myself in a fluffy towel.

I pulled on my clothes and collapsed onto my bed, I heard footsteps travelling down the hall. The first set of footsteps i could hear jeans rubbing together, Liam. I thought to myself, next was a whole load of stomping, Niall. I thought again. I head the rest of the boys walked down the  hall also.

I rolled of the bed and hit the floor with a loud 'THUNK.'

I grunted and stood up again smoothing out my dripping wet hair. I trailed into the lounge to see the boys all crowding round the kitchen table.

I looked through a gap inbetween Niall's shoulders and looked down at the table. I could see the boys had covered Louis's face with whipped cream and put a cherry on his nose, yet he was still asleep.

I gently tapped his shoulder and he just grunted, rolled over and fell off the table waking up with a start. I saw him rub his face with his hand and then look at his hand.

he got up and slowly, screamed a war cry, and started chasing us down the hall.

I ran into the bedroom and locked the door behind me. I heard the boys running up and down the halls. I ran over to my bed and pounced on it (A/N Like a cat of course.)  piling pillows over my head.