The Next Morning //Nouis// boyxboy ✅

Chapter 36

Louis

The morning sun shone through the cracks in the curtains, the ones I forgot to close properly before going to bed. It's not like I was thinking clearly. My head pounded and body ached, especially my ass. Groaning I turned over in my bed, only to see another body. His back was bare and toned - like Niall. His hair was a sandy blonde - similar to Niall. I gulped, pulling myself up and looked around the unfamiliar room. Dark grey walls, dark wooden furniture, a door leading into an en suite. What had I done?

 The man in the bed turned over, his eyes opening and waking up to the morning. A small smile spread over his lips as he saw my face. He was beautiful, but he reminded me of Niall. 

"Mornin'" his deep voice sounded through my ears. It wasn't Irish, it was American but it somehow reminded me of Niall.

"M-mornin'" I replied carefully. The blanket covered from my waist down, it didn't stop the man's hand caressing my thigh under the covers. It slided higher and higher, I wasn't as worried about him touching my dick as I was my scars. Surely he would have seen them, but I couldn't face it this morning. Not with this killer headache. I pushed his hand back down. 

"Sorry" his voice was soft. "Thought it was a nice gesture after last night" by ache in my behind, I could only imagine what had occurred last night. 

"Um, yeah" I pushed a hand through my messy hair. "Um, I don't think this should continue... I'm still getting over a relationship and I don't think I'm ready... I-I..." I choked. The wound was still so fresh, it had barely been a month and I haven't recovered. I had been out partying and drinking and having one night stands most nights, and it wasn't the best thing to really be doing, not when Brianna was so close to her due date. 

"Hey, hey" the American said, I couldn't even remember his name. He sat up next to me and wrapped his arm around my body, his other hand holding mine. "It's okay" he pressed gentle kisses to my shoulder and neck. It made me feel nice and tingly, just like Niall. I had to shrug him off. 

"I-I should go. I need to go" I pulled my body away from him and swung my legs off the edge on to the hard wood floor. "This. This didn't happen, um, yeah" I stood up and looked for my clothes. 

I heard him sigh heavily and climb out of his own bed, he walked over to his dresser. "I believe your clothes are in the living room" he opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers for himself. "The first time we didn't make it to the bedroom" 

I gave a small nod and walked out of his room, finding my way through his house - down the hallway and to the left I found the living room, our clothes strewn around all over the place. Slowly I walked around, naked, gathering the items of clothing I had worn the night before. There's the walk of shame, but then there's this. This is worse. 

"Do you, uh, want something to eat?" his deep voice startled me. I was back in my jeans, searching for my shirt. I turned to face him. He was wearing grey sweat pants and a white shirt. His blue eyes looked into mine, my heart dropped. "You don't have to, just, not good leaving on an empty stomach" 

"Mmm" I hummed. "Have you seen my shirt?" he pointed to a lamp, there it was, my white shirt hanging off the lamp shade. Just like you see in the movies. 

"How about some aspirin? You were downing those vodka shots pretty full on" he started grabbing a cup and searching for the packet of pain killers. "Come on mate, it's the least I can do" I smiled softly and nodded. 

I walked over to him in the kitchen. The man smiled at me, I wish I could remember his name. That was a blur in my mind of alcohol. The blonde smiled as he handed me the tablets, our hands lingered a moment, I pulled away before it got too awkward.