When We Were Young

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    #Eli#

The knocking on the door refuses to stop, continuing on for what seems longer than necessary. Whether it's real or just my hangover, it's annoying.
    I almost don't want to get up because the bed I'm in is so comfy. The feel of the soft bed sheet against my bare skin and the fluffy pillow I'm clutching assures me I'm not home. I couldn't afford something this nice, even if it was fake nice. Which means this lovely bed is in a hotel.
    With all my might, I force myself to throw the equally fluffy comforter off, exposing my body to a beaming sun which gladly kept me warm. I scratched my head looking around the room. It was a nice fucking hotel room. Nothing my piggy bank savings couldn't rent.
    Looking around, my memory comes back to me bit by bit-even if there's only one bit to remember. Parallel to the bed are windows that reach from the floor to the ceiling, which the sun shines through every inch of them. I could say I felt exposed since the curtains weren't shut but my body was nothing to be ashamed of and people could look if they wanted to. Enough have seen it up close and personal anyway.
    The room is going for a somewhat minimalistic vibe. Dark furniture with white accents are the only colors I see. As far as the bed, the only other pieces of furniture were the night stands, and dresser, and the mirror above the dresser. Unless you'd count the window seat as a piece of furniture. The window seat narrow and long enough to fit three of me, one bent at the corner.
   Clothes are scattered on the dark carpet messily. That and the two bottles of champagne and empty glasses on the dresser were the only mess in here, unless you'd want to count me or the unmade bed.
    I know I have to get out before my companion wakes up, otherwise I'd have to talk to him. I'm not going at the speed of light, but I don't take my time either to pick up my clothes. It doesn't take long since I was only wearing two pieces of clothing and a bra. My descent is ready when I see myself in the mirror above the dresser. The messy, bed head hair and last nights makeup wins me 'Hot Mess' of the year award.
    The body in the bed stirs a little so the left side of his face is facing me, stubble looking heavier than the night before if that was possible. I pick up my shoes and jacket, my luckily small feet make tiptoeing out the room much easier. The door doesn't squeak and closes with ease and doesn't slam shut.
    The hallways almost as nice as the room. It looks like any other hallway,  long and narrow and clean. The contents are empty except me and a sleek business woman making her way toward the other end of the hall. We pass each other, and she takes her time to look up at me and give me a look of disgust before going back to typing on her phone that probably costs as much as her shoes. I obviously don't belong here, if that makes it any less obvious. My thrift store, ripped jeans and 'The Rolling Stones' t-shirt make me even more out of place in the lobby than in the hallway. There are only a couple other people here besides the receptionist, but it still feels as if they're all staring at me. The receptionist hails a polite 'have a nice day' at me when I slip on my shoes and walk out into the busy New York street.
    The cab driver tells me I'm on the other side of town, the nice part of town when I tell him my address. Knowing the change in my pocket won't get me back to my apartment, I get out. Looks like walking it is.
    I'm not completely broke, don't get me wrong. I have a good job and a place to live and a roommate. I can pay the bills on time-at least three quarters of the time.  And when I say "good job", it pays to feed me and Darcy ramen most nights of the week. Panda Express or McDonald's if we feel like going out.
    The trek to my apartment isn't as long as I expect it to be. It takes a few blocks, a car almost running me over, but what else is new. I get tired of my boots and take them off halfway home, walking barefoot. This isn't unusual, I've left enough one night stands to be used to walking home and giving up on the $20 boots I got from Target.
    The lobby of my apartment building is empty as usual. "Hey Sage," I greet the clerk at the front desk. Sage's head shoots up and he flashes me a big smile.
    "H-Hey Eli." Sage looks me up and down and smirks, crossing his arms. "How was your night?" He teases.
    "Shut up Sage. We got any mail?" I ask, laying my head on my arms when I lean against the counter.
    "Well," Sage shifts through the pile of trash we call mail till he finds anything addressed in mine or Darcy's name. "There's something from 'Lovely Pictures Studio' for you?"
    I grunt and take the envelopes from him gingerly. "I hate that place. They always fuck up my photos."
    Sage smirks. He looks down and licks his lips before looking back up at me. "Hey so, you know there's that new movie in theaters. I can't remember the name but it's supposed to be good. My treat, Sunday night?"
    "Sure Sage," I mutter, already walking to the elevator. It opens seconds after and takes me up. Even with my hangover, I've developed the strength over the years of pulling the metal gate up we call a front door.
    Darcy waves at me and makes a sound with a spoonful of cereal in her mouth. She puts it back in the bowl and holds up one finger to indicate I should wait for her to finish chewing before leaving the room. She swallows and wags the finger at me. "Young missy, where were you this time?"
    "Apparently with someone really rich," I answer, eating a handful of M&Ms from the bowl we kept on the table. "I woke up in the nicest fucking hotel."
    Darcy plops herself on the red plastic chair, her favorite table chair, taking a spoonful of cereal. "What was his name?" She mumbles, eating the spoonful.
    "Mmm, Louis something," I try to remember while throwing my shoes near my bed and walking toward the bathroom.
    "Isn't there a Louis in a boy band or something?" Darcy asks.
    "Those still exist?" I yell, closing the door behind me. I strip my clothes off, not bothering to fold them on the toilet or counter. It's only then that I realize, a) I forgot my underwear and b) the jeans jacket isn't mine. It's nice though, my style. I'm sure Louis won't mind. If he was rich enough to rent out that room, he can buy a new jacket.

#Louis#

   A knock on the door makes me groan. The headache in my head makes it seem louder than it actually is.
    "Lou, mate, open up," Harry says from the other side. I groan loudly as if they can hear that.
    A few moments later, there's a click and the door opens. "Hey mate, sleep well?" Liam asks. I groan again but don't look up from the pillow I've shoved my face into.
    "You've been sleeping awhile, we wanted to go to breakfast," Harry informs me, but his voice trails off. I hear footsteps and a small snicker. "Fun night?"
    "What the fuck," I mutter, positioning myself on my elbows. I run my eyes before looking up at Harry, squinting because of the sun. Both him and Liam are looking at me with amused faces and raised eyebrows as Harry daintily holds a pair of black panties between his fingers.
    "Where's the lucky lady, Louis?" Liam asks, peeking his head in the bathroom.
    "How am I supposed to know." I turn over and sit up, rubbing my eyes once more.
    "Oo, sassy Louis. Well, cmon mate, we're going out for lunch now. We'll give you an Advil or something. Up to it," Liam claps his hands.
    Harry throws the panties at me, which I swat away. Him and Liam laugh once again before leaving the room. I stare at the underwear on the ground next to me. It was actually a pretty fun night.
    Ten minutes later, the bathroom mirrors are all steamed up and I don't smell like the bar I went to anymore. With a towel wrapped around my waist, I sift through the few articles of clothing I put in the small closet the room provided.
    Even after I'm dressed, I can't find the jeans jacket I was wearing last night. Maybe Eli took it. An eye for an eye, except one eye is a jacket and the other is a pair of panties. Thinking about it, she would look hot wearing the jacket. And there's nothing I would really do with a pair of black panties, but there's no way to reach Eli again.

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A/N

    Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter !!! I know it was a bit carried on, but I wanted to introduce Eli a lil bit and the scene from the night after.