Time is Endless

The Day After

        Louis could not believe the perfection he saw before his eyes. From his perfect chiseled jaw, to his kind green eyes, and to his perfect body... Harry was barely human. All Louis wanted to do was just swim in those green eyes for eternity. Being delusional as Louis sometimes was, and with the alcohol still consuming his brain, he was almost positive he had died and gone to heaven. 'I-is he an angel?' Louis thought.

        "Em hello? Louis, are you alright," the angel spoke to Louis before he found himself keeling over, emptying the contents of his stomach on the ground before him. Well, Louis shore wasn't in heaven, at least a heaven he didn't want to be in. He felt so embarrassed. Louis slouched against the wall, slid to the ground, and began to cry for the second time that night. He was sure Harry wouldn't want to talk to him now, and Louis wanted so badly to cave in on himself and disappear from the world.

        After what seemed like an eternity of cowering against the wall Louis felt a soft but firm hand touch his shoulder. Louis flinched away from the hand assuming whoever it was, was going to hurt him. "Louis... Louis, Hun you're safe now. I'm going to pick you up okay?" That was Harry's voice, Louis didn't even have to look. Louis persisted to tuck his head into Harry's warm chest as he carried him where ever they were going. At this point Louis didn't care as long as he was with him. Sooner than later Louis felt himself getting very drowsy. Louis began mumbling something he didn't even understand and within a second or two he fell into unconsciousness.

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        Louis woke up the next day with the hugest headache he has ever had. 'It was all a dream and I just have the flu,' Louis thought groaning in pain. Opening his eyes even the slightest bit made him want to throw up so he decided to keep them closed trying to remember the events that happened the night before.  His stomach hurt but not because of the alcohol. Louis reached down to touch his stomach, which was oddly not covered by a shirt, and shriveled  back in pain. Rob... Rob had punched him there. Louis reached up to touch his head and felt a huge bump. Rob had hit him there as well. Harry... Louis remembered Harry clear as day. Harry saved him. Louis remembered being carried by Harry but that's it. It wasn't a dream this had to be real.

        Louis slowly cracked open one eye and soon realized he wasn't in his own bed. What the hell happened after He fell asleep last night? Where was he and how is he supposed to get home from here? Louis felt alone and wanted nothing but to cry, but he held back his tears trying to be rational. He sat up much to rapidly and discovered he needed to find a bathroom fast. Luckily there was a bathroom connected to the bedroom and he ran there as quick as his wobbly legs could carry him.

        Once Louis had finished emptying his stomach he felt a bit better. His head still hurt like hell and he was still having somewhat of a panic attack but at least the throwing up sensation had gone away. Louis noticed a medicine cabinet and decided to go search for some drugs to help his head. Luckily he found some Advil and decided to take 3 at once because hey, he felt like he was dying. He leisurely walked his way back into the bedroom pondering a way to get home, and then he remembered, shit he had to work today! He glanced at the clock by the bedside table and it said 11:30. His shift started a half hour ago. If Louis wasn't fired from yesterday he surely would be fired now. Louis didn't know where he was, he didn't know how to get home, and he most likely just lost his job. What a day it had already been.

        Louis decided he couldn't sit up in that bedroom all day and wait for the owner of the house to return, so he put back on his smelly puke stained shirt trying, hard not to think of why it was removed from him in the first place, and ran out of the room. The house was bigger than Louis thought as he began to walk down the stairs. There was not a picture in sight so Louis was still left to wonder whose house he was in. Louis walked into the kitchen trying to find the door to exit when he stumbled upon a woman and stopped in his tracks.

"Erm hello," Louis began awkwardly as the woman turned around to look at him, "my name is Louis and I know this is going to sound weird but I don't know where I am or why I'm here...and eh I was just wondering if you could show me where the door is so I can leave and try to find my way home?" The woman smiled and began to chuckle. Man this woman was something of beauty. Everything about her was perfect, almost too perfect for Louis liking. "Hi Louis my name is Amanda, and I work for Harry," Amanda smiled walking towards Louis. Ah, so this was Harry's mansion, Louis thought and he immediately felt a tinge of jealousy when he realized Amanda probably got to see Harry almost every day. Louis reached out to shake Amanda's awaiting hand and immediately took a step back after, not wanting to stand too close to Harry's perfect gem.

"Don't worry Louis, Harry told me you were here. Would you like some breakfast? I can make you eggs, bacon, French toast, bagels, pancaked, English muffins, pretty much whatever you want to eat. We also have orange juice, milk, and tea, or do you prefer coffee I believe we have that as well," Amanda stated rummaging around the cabinets. As amazing and mouthwatering as that sounded to Louis, he really needed to get home and to be honest he really didn't want someone like Amanda making food for him.

"As awesome as that sounds Amanda, I really need to be heading home...Em do you by chance know where we are?" Louis asked feeling quite queasy in the stomach yet again. "Yeah, we are at 1542 Downing Street, almost right in the center of London." Great Louis thought, it wasn't far from his apartment at all. "Thanks so much Amanda tell Harry I said thank you as well I should be on my way now," Louis stated locating the door to leave. "Wait Louis, Harry requested that I ask for your address," Amanda stopped Louis before he could exit. Why would Harry want his address? "1834 Branson Drive apartment 2," Louis slurred as he quickly ran out the door. Damn, it was bright outside. The light almost blinded Louis as he began down the street the wondering the whole time why someone like Harry would want to get to know someone like himself.

          Louis somehow managed to find his way back home in the condition he was in, and decided to take a shower before he called his boss. He walked to the bathroom, turned on the water as hot as it would go, and peeled off the clothes from his body looking at himself in the mirror. He had disheveled hair, a huge black and blue lump on his head, dried in drool stuck to his cheek, and the ugliest looking mark right in the center of his stomach. Not only did he look disgusting, but he felt disgusting inside and out. Louis decided that was the last time he would ever go clubbing again. He stepped into the water and immediately felt the burning sensation all throughout his body. Normally, Louis would've turned down the heat of the water, but this time Louis felt like he needed the pain. The heat somehow made louis forget about last night, at least for a little while.

        Louis hopped out of the shower feeling somewhat refreshed. He quickly got dressed into some new clothes and checked his clock. The clock read 2:00 pm and Louis decided it was as good a time as any to call his boss. He shakily dialed mr. Sellmer's number and waited for his angry voice to answer. "Why good morning mr. Tomlinson how are you feeling today?" Mr. Selmer answered happily. "Mr. Selmer I am so sorry I made a huge mistake is there anyway you can forgive me. I'll work overtime for no extra pay I promise I will work my hardest to repay you. Please give me one more chance," Louis begged over the phone wondering why mr. Selmer seemed so chipper. "Oh please Louis, I've told you before you can call me Jack! A friend of yours came down to the store today and explained everything. You don't have to worry Louis I completely understand. Just don't miss your shift again you got it? Goodbye Louis!"'Jack laughed into the phone before hanging up. That was weird, louis thought. Harry must've been the one who went to talk to Jack, but how did Harry know where Louis worked?

        Louis rubbed his head which was still in pain and walked into his living room where he almost fell flat on the ground. "Harry, oh my god what are you doing here?" Louis stuttered staring right into Harry's soul. "I thought you might've missed me," Harry chuckled walking toward Louis.