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Chapter 9

Song: Fallin' For You- Colbie Caillat

"I don't know but, I think I may be falling for you, dropping so quickly. Maybe I should, keep this to myself, wait until I know you better"

Delilah

My eyes flutter open to the sound of rustling on the other side of a door. I groan, rolling over to try and drown out the loud noise.

My head throbs as I squeeze my eyes shut. I dig my face into the pillow, relaxing at the smell of cologne and coconut.

The noise stops, memories of last night flooding in. I sit up, not remembering coming home from the party.

I look to the other side of the bed, not seeing another body. I sigh in relief, but look around the room, not recognizing where I am. I look down at what I'm wearing, seeing an oversized t-shirt covering me along with pink Eiffel Tower shorts. I scratch my head, realizing that I've never bought these.

I get out of the oddly very comfortable bed, looking around even more. I look for pictures, trying to identify any face of some sort.

I look on the walls, seeing a poster of The Fray, a smile finding its way on my face.

I love The Fray.

I look at the dresser placed under a mirror, seeing a picture frame. I quickly walk over to it, seeing a happy family smiling in front of the Disney World castle. I look at all the faces, not recognizing any. Until I come to a certain perfectly shaped one...

Louis.

I look around, wondering how in the world I got here. I start to panic, questioning my entire existence.

What the hell did I do last night!?

I look at the clock, the time being 8:27 am. I walk up to the door, opening it slowly. It's silent. My feet reach out to step in the hallway, a quiet creak echoing.

I walk to the top of the stairs, looking down. I furrow my eyebrows, walking down the stairs that leads to a living room. I see a bunch of blankets laid out across one of the couches, but no body found.

I walk into the kitchen, seeing Louis' bare back facing me as he makes something on the counter.

I stare at him in silence, watching as the muscles in his back shift around when he moves. I admire his messy bed head, his boxers placed right under the dimples in his back. I watch his biceps flex and un-flex as he reaches up to grab something from the cupboards.

Before I can hide or even comprehend what's happening, Louis turns around and smiles at me. I smile back as he sets a bowl down.

"How's your, uh, head?" He asks, turning around to grab another ingredient.

"Hurts," I groan. "Now that you pointed it out," I add. I sit down at the island, Louis continuing to cook.

"Do you want some ibuprofen?" He questions. I nod, putting my head in my hands. I hear him shuffling around, my eyes opening as he reaches behind me to set the stuff in front of me.

"Here," he says softly in my ear. I jump, not realizing he was this close to me. He laughs deeply when I jumped, apologizing afterwards.

"How did I end up here?" I ask him after taking the pill. Louis looks up at me, tilting his head.

"Do you really want to know?" He asks. I look around, staring at him like he's an idiot.