Beat Still

Chapter 7: Beat Still

*Louis' Pov*

I woke up in a bit of a daze. Where the hell am I? Where are my clothes? I rub the sleep out of my eyes, and look at the semi-familiar surroundings.

The white and blue walls, journals and typewriter on a white desk, large bookcase, posters of different bands....

Marcel's room. I'm in Marcel's room...in Marcel's bed! But, where is Marcel?

I reach over to the nightstand where two painkillers and a glass of water waited for me. I remember leaving them there. In fact, I'm starting to remember a lot of last night.

I throw on a pair of Marcy's sweatpants, and head down the stairs. Where is everyone? I think I hear laughter coming from the kitchen.

"I said what?! Oh my God, I'm never going to drink again!" Harry laughed.

Marcel laughed just as hard," Yeah and then you-" Marcel's face turned pale after seeing me in the doorway.

I rubbed the back of my neck," Uh, morning lads. What's for breakfast?"

"Lou! I thought you went home! Where'd you sleep last night?" Harry asked while peeling a banana.

Marcy's face turned from pale to as red as the apple he was munching on. Does he remember last night too? Maybe we should talk about it. Not in front of Harry though. He'd kill me for trying to get some from his brother.

"Uhm, I slept in Marcy's room. I didn't want to wake you.." I answered quickly. It sounded guiltier than I wanted it to.

Harry looks confused, but doesn't question us. I slid into the seat next to Marcy and grabbed a banana. I wonder how red I can get him to turn?

When I see Harry go get a glass of water, I turn towards Marcy and give him a wink as I peel the banana. He looks confused, but soon understands as I start to slowly stick the banana in my mouth.

He coughs awkwardly and looks away. "You okay mate?" I ask innocently while rubbing his back.

He looks at me with his eyebrows knitted together," Uhm. Ye-yes. I'm fine. I'm going to shower."

He rushes out of the kitchen with his head ducked down. I make him so nervous, it's cute.

I start chomping on my banana happily and humming to myself. I look up to find Harry staring at me.

"What's gotten into you?" He asked with a frown.

"Nothing yet." I answer smartly and take another bite of the banana.

It was a sarcastic answer but it was also the truth. I wish I could've said Marcel, but that hasn't come true yet. But it will, and hopefully soon.