Polite//l.s

Thirty

"I told you," I heard a strong accent fill the room, pulling me from my sleep.

"Oh my god," I heard Gemma's laugh accompany the first voice, which sounded like Zayn.

Refusing to open my eyes, I silently willed them away. I'm really tired.

"Guys go away," Louis spoke from beside me, "Harry's really worn out," 

"I bet," I heard Gemma's smug voice and a camera clicking. I hated photographs.

Forcing my eyes open, I rolled to face Louis. He was sat up and glaring at the two people intruding.

When I saw them standing there, I slowly grabbed the hem of the duvet and pulled it up to cover my body, hoping they hadn't seen me yet.

"Look who's awake!" Gemma smiled, "I'm sending you that picture, you guys look cute," she smiled at her phone happily.

"H-Hi," I waved at the two, not even attempting to sit up. There was an ache even from where I was laying, I didn't want to know what it'd feel like if I sat on it, or tried to walk.

"I came to take you home," a smile played on her lips, "This isn't the position I expected to find you in,"

I ignored her, closing my eyes and cuddling back into Louis' pillows.

"Harry, really, we have to go," she smiled sadly, her mocking tone fading away.

"I'm not getting up, so you can say goodbye to that idea," I mumbled, only loud enough for Louis to hear.

He broke into shocked laughter before I heard Gemma slap his arm, "What did that fucker say!" She laughed loudly as Louis whined in faux pain.

"I said I don't feel like it," I pulled Louis down to lay with me, "I don't feel like moving," I cuddled into his body heat as he got comfortable.

"Why not?" The smug tone was back in her voice.

"I'm a bit sore," I replied, "My thighs hurt,"

"Your thighs?" She snorted, "What kind of kinky shit are you into?"

"Your brothers the kinky one," Zayn interjected, "He calls Louis 'Daddy'."

I opened my eyes and frowned at everyone, even Louis.

"Hey love, don't pout," Louis ran his hand through my hair and over my cheek bones.

"For your information, Sister," I started, feeling a tad snarky, "My thighs are sore because-"

"I don't want to know!" She yelled and covered her ears.

"I feel bad for the neighbors," Louis tapped on the wall behind him, "Sorry," he whispered, as if they could hear him.

"Neighbors!" I moved as much as I could without shooting pain up my spine, "Louis! Why didn't you tell me! I was so loud- oh my god! That was so rude!" I held my hands over my face, "I should send them a fruit basket,"

The two intruders laughed, Louis just held me tighter and smiled fondly at me. His wonderful, bright smile.

"Hey, Louis, can I talk to you real quick?" Zayn asked when the laughter died down, nodding his head towards the door.

"Yeah, mate," he started to sit up, but I gripped onto his shoulder before he could stand. He was naked. Why was he going to stand up?

Louis laughed when I didn't let go of him and put his palm on my cheek, "Can you guys leave for a minute? Harry's really jealous," he kissed the tip of my nose as the others groaned, but left regardless.