I Do | LS

4. H

Song Of The Chapter: Zombie by The Cranberries

I woke up the next morning with no recollection of the night before. All I knew was that my head was pounding and I was about to throw up. The last thing I remembered was chugging on a bottle of wine - and the multiple drinks before that.

I wasn't sure if going to Louis and Eleanor's wedding last night was such a good idea, now that I thought about it. I wanted to go there just so I could support Louis - but clearly, I wasn't too supportive during the ceremony. Besides, supportive or not, Eleanor didn't want me to show up at all. Louis was the one who snuck behind her back to invite me. She was angry when word got out, to say the least.

That's why I preferred Louis over most others, he just wanted the small things in life; like me being at his wedding, having the boys there too, and Eleanor not being a raging, controlling bitch about everything. Maybe I could've counted Eleanor out of the list, however, considering she's too big of a problem to be small.

The other reason I loved Louis was because we had an unbreakable bond that's lasted the past years. Sure, it's been bent and worn from all the problems we've had during our years with Modest, but the two of us have managed to stay safe behind closed doors. Just to think, none of this would have ever happened without bumping into Louis during auditions.

I sighed and rolled over to get out of bed, but instantly regretted it when everything from last night came up my throat. My hands hurriedly grabbed for the bucket on the side of my bed - which Lou must have left - and I threw my head over top of it. The past, drunk me plopped inside the bucket.

"Fuck," I mumbled and sat up. I rubbed my face harshly, in hopes that all grogginess would disappear. I blinked a few times and looked around. There was a piece of paper on the nightstand next to me. I snatched it up to see what it was. Handwriting was sprawled out on it.

Harold,

You're such an utter dumbass for finding me and dancing with me last night. You do realize how much trouble you've just stirred up, yes? You're lucky we're friends.

Yours, Louis.

P.s. Take the pills I left on the nightstand. You'll need them for the major headache you might have during the interview we have later to clear up any rumors.

What is he talking about? I danced with him? There's an interview later? For rumors? What the hell is going on?

I pulled my phone from its charger on the floor and typed in my passcode. I rolled my eyes at all the missed notifications. There was an enormous amount of Twitter posts too, with my username tagged in them. There were a few missed calls and texts from Ni and Li. There were 3 texts from Niall and 1 from Liam.

From Niall:

Wake up man. We gotta go 2 interview today

Hello????

Are u still alive?? Too much alcoholic beverages, Harold??

I don't know why I laughed, but I did. He worried too much about me, sometimes. I'm not complaining, honest to god, but it just makes me laugh. On the other hand, Liam was a more serious texter.

From Liam:

Wake up, big guy. Interview soon.