unforgettable; a larry stylinson au.

4; unexpected

Louis;

I woke up the following morning to the heat of the Italian sun beating through a window onto my face. An unfamiliar window.

As soon as I opened my eyes slightly, a throbbing headache spread across my forehead. "Ugh," I groaned quietly as I rolled over to see Harry.

I widened my eyes slightly and looked around. Harry's house. Harry's bed. Harry. I was about to say something, in complete and utter shock, until I looked at him once again. His steady breaths and the silence of the room flowed smoothly together; his bare chest rose and fell, and his tanned skin looked radiant and smooth against the reflective sun.

I shook my head to bring myself back down to earth. But of course my head hurt, so I winced slightly. But why would I think like this? I met this poor boy yesterday, how did I end up in his bed?

I quickly got up, thank god I had my underwear on, pulled on my white shirt and navy shorts, put on my shoes, and picked up a piece of a paper and pen which were laid on the desk in his room.

'Harry, I must have had a little too much to drink last night and ended up in your bed. I'm sure nothing happened, but I definitely can't remember a thing. See you soon. Louis x' I wrote, then glanced back at him again. I smiled softly then furrowed my eyebrows to myself. I have got to stop doing that.

I went to the front door, and something randomly flashed back into my mind for a split second.

"Fucking hell, Louis." Harry murmured as we pressed our lips together roughly, my hands pulling at his shirt. I was kissing the guy I had met in the street. His kiss tasted like sweet mint, and I had never wanted anything more.

I snapped back into reality, slightly shocked at my sudden memory right here. I tried to forget, and went outside to the street. I had actually ever been to Harry's house, and quite frankly, I had no idea where I was. Shit.

Well what now? Do I ask someone? Do I just call a taxi? But I don't know the address!

I turned around and went back into the house, quietly stepped up the stairs again and going back into Harry's room, where he was still fast asleep.

I sighed to myself silently. I felt bad doing this. "Harry?" I whispered as I crouched beside him.

"Harryyy?" I repeated as he began to stir from his slumber.

"Louis." He smiled softly, sitting up and squinting as the sun shone in his eyes.

"I hate waking you, and I did mean to just leave a note and go, but I don't know where I am." I smiled apologetically.

"Not a problem, Lou. Sit down." He grinned softly and I sat down at the bottom of the bed.

I watched him grab a notebook from beside his bed and scribble down the address of his house.

As he wrote, he kept his eyes on the paper and smirked slightly. "Last night was pretty alright, hm?"

"Oh god, I can't remember a thing." I laughed, a little embarrassed.

"Oh, Louis, Louis, Louis." He chuckled. "I won't be telling you much but all I will say is that you're a very good kisser. And your moans are pretty." He said and glanced up at me before handing me a piece of paper with the address written down on it.

I felt my cheeks flush a red colour, and I quickly stood up. "Oh my god." I laughed a little more.

As I began to leave, harry got up and walked behind me in his Calvin Klein boxers.

"Let me order you a taxi and then I can walk you out." He said.

"Like that?" I chuckled and glanced at him.

"Not exactly out." He laughed as we got to the living room.

I sat down on the sofa opposite Harry and watched him as he dialled the number for the taxi service.

He began speaking quickly to the company, in fluent Italian, and after only around two minutes, he put the phone back down.

"Done," he grinned. "Do you want a coffee or something?"

"I'd love one, thank you." I smiled and watched him stand up and walk to the kitchen which you could see completely into from the living room.

He soon came back with two mugs of coffee and sat back in the space he was sat in previously.

"Harry, would you please tell me what happened?" I pleaded and he just laughed lightly.

"Lou, I said I won't be telling you so I'm not going to. I've told you all that you need to know." He smirked.

I sipped at the coffee until it was cool, and once I had finished it, I heard a car horn from outside.

"That'll be the taxi, then." I smiled and stood up.

Harry also stood up, and walked to the front door slightly behind me.

I opened the door, and turned around as I stood on the doorstep, Harry still inside, leaning on the door frame. Still in just his underwear.

"Harryyy." I laughed slightly embarrassed, carefully glancing at the taxi driver.

"See you soon eh?" He smiled widely, and nodded his head.

"Of course. I'll see you around, love." I nodded as well and started to turn around to go to the car,

"Lou, you forgot something." He perked up again and I turned around.

I felt Harry grab my face and pull my lips onto his. A familiar feeling. I rested a hand on his cheek before pulling away, and shooting a quick grin before jogging over to the car and getting in the back seat.

I glanced at the young man stood at the door again through the window and waved, before driving away.