You're Still The One ~ Larry/Zouis

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning with a killer hangover. My head was pounding and my stomach was churning like butter. I slowly opened my eyes to the harsh sunlight shining in the room. I squinted and looked at the black hair lying next to me. His stomach was moving up and down in slow, even breaths. I suddenly felt my stomach turn and I dashed to the bathroom. I threw up every bit of alcohol I had drunk the night before. I felt a soothing hand on my back, rubbing up and down.

"Just relax," his voice said.

My head shot up and I moved away from the toilet.

"Don't touch me," I said, weakly.

"You weren't saying that last night," he smirked, "actually I think you said something like, 'Fuck me baby!' and then moaned like a slut."

I blushed brighter than a tomato. I could barely even remember last night. The last thing I remember clearly was Zayn dragging me upstairs. Then I vaguely remember him banging me. Uh, I though. Harry's going to kill me.

"Just leave me alone Zayn. Last night was a mistake. I was drunk and you used me," I glared at him.

"I was as drunk as you and you practically begged me to fuck you," he slyly remarked, "besides, a drunken mind speaks a sober heart."

I just glared even more.

"I have a boyfriend and you knew that."

He looked down in shame for a second before looking back up and staring at me. He held his hand out to help me get up and I took it with caution.

"I won't tell anyone," he whispered.

I nodded and swiftly walked out of the room. I grabbed my things and left Liam's place before anyone saw me. There was a sudden wave of guilt that rushed over me when I thought of Harry. He trusted me and I let him down. I can't believe I did that to him. I'm the worst boyfriend ever! When I arrived home my dad asked where I had been and I told him my usual excuse of: at a friend's house to study but got tired and spent the night. He nodded and I ran upstairs. I pounced on my bed and started to cry. My stomach felt sick at the thought of letting another guy touch me the way my boyfriend was suppose to. I quickly got my phone out and texted Niall and emergency meeting text. He said he'd be over in ten so I waited, and waited, and cried, and waited.

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"You did what?!" Niall questioned-screamed.

I looked down at my feet and he sighed.

"Louis, I thought you were better than the rest of the sluts at our school," he pointed.

My face was red with embarrassment. I can't take all this humiliation!

"I know Niall and I feel so bad. I can't even believe I did that to Harry."

I felt tears welling in my eyes. A few broken sobs escaped my lips and I broke down. I cried and cried while Niall held me to his chest.

"Look babe, it'll be okay. We just have to be honest to Harry and tell him what happened," Niall said.

"No!" I shouted and he flinched.

I looked guilty again.

"Louis we have to-"

"No Niall! I don't want Harry to hurt Zayn and I don't want to lose him," I stated.

"God Louis. You're making this difficult," Niall groaned.

I just looked down again and felt tears start to fall. I really fucked up this time.

"Can we at least wait until after the school election," I said, hopefully.

Every two years the school elects a new class president. Because I've already served my two years, I have to run again and hope to get reelected.

"Fine Louis but I think it's a bad idea," he said with concern.

"I just don't wanna lose my popularity before the vote," I said, "wow, that sounded bitchy."

Niall chuckled a little bit and patted my thigh.

"Just don't do anything stupider than you already have," he said.

I just pouted and shoved him off my bed. He groaned and got back up.

"Thanks a lot," he scoffed.

"You asked for it," I laughed.

He rolled his eyes and headed for the door.

"Wait! I need moral support," I whined.

"I got to go Lou. I'll text you later. Just stay out of trouble," he hugged me and kissed my forehead.

"Bye," I frowned.

He waved at me and shut the door behind him. I fell back on the bed and moaned into my pillow. Why was life so fucked up!

"Hey baby. Do you need anything?" I heard my mom's voice say from outside my door.

She cracked my door and walked over to the bed. I felt the cushion sink in beside my legs and my mom's warm, comforting hands slide up my shirt and across my back. She rubbed my skin and I immediately relaxed in her embrace.

"I'm good mom."

She leaned down and kissed my hair before she pulled me around to face her.

"Honey, what's been going on? You seem depressed. Is it about Harry?" she sounded worried.

"It's not mom. Just leave it," I said annoyed.

"Okay sweetheart. But please tell me if anything's wrong. You know you can tell me anything," she said.

I just nodded and made a strange noise.

"I'm going to the grocery store. Do you need anything while I'm gone?"

"No," I said bluntly.

"Your dad will be here too, so if you need anything, just ask him," she said and kissed my cheek.

"Bye mom," I said while she left.

I know I'm in deep shit but I really didn't want my mom to know. I can't even guess what she would think. I just want to burry my head in the pillow and never wake up.