Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Hangovers Or How I Ended Up In Louis Tomlinson's Closet

Hi guys, I am in such a great mood to write and I have so much fun telling this story that I just finished another chapter. Hope you like it. :) All the love, Summer xxx

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I noticed was that it was very hot and that my head felt like it was about to explode. I opened my eyes a little bit and saw a naked chest in front of me. I tried to remember what had happened last night, but it was all a bit of a blur. I blinked a couple of times and tried to adjust to the bright sun light that was streaming through the window.

Wait a second, I knew that chest. It had a two of very familiar tattoos on. I immediately checked how many clothes I was wearing and discovered that I was only in my underwear. I silently cursed under my breath. "Fuck."

Next to me I heard a low chuckle. "That's not a very nice way to say good morning, love." I tilted my head and saw Louis grinning down at me. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist and he seemed very content with the position we were in. I lightly slapped his chest and he laughed. "Oh, shut up. My head hurts." I groaned and buried myself deeper in the duvet. "How did we end up together in what I presume is your bed?" I asked him from underneath the duvet.

His chest vibrated from laughter. "Oh don't you remember last night, Claire? I am a bit disappointed. I thought we had something special here." I stuck my head out of my duvet tent and glared at him. "Oh very funny, Lou, really funny. What happened?" He shook his head at me. "You are grumpy when you're hungover." he commented. I send him another glare.

"Okay, fine. Nothing happened. We were both drunk, you a bit more than me, and when we came back to my house you REALLY wanted to go to bed and you also REALLY wanted me or Harry because of, and I quote, "his beautiful fluffy hair" to help you into bed. Harry was probably even more drunk than you were, so I put him into bed and then helped you. You were struggling with your dress so I helped you out of it." He shot me a smug look and I blushed deeply as he continued. "Then you literally begged me to stay with you, and who am I to turn down such a beautiful woman like yourself?" he asked me and squeezed my waist a little bit.

I shoved his hand of my body and he pouted. I ignored the compliment he had just given me and simply focused on trying to process what had happened last night. "I did NOT beg." I protested. Louis laughed. "Oh you SO did, love." I groaned and buried myself a bit deeper underneath the duvet. Suddenly I felt myself getting sick, so I threw off the duvet much to Louis' protest and made a dash towards his bathroom, completely ignoring my lack of clothing.

I made it just barely to the loo before I emptied the contents of my stomach. I felt someone pulling back my hair and one hand gently stroking my back. "Let it all out, Claire." Louis' voice said behind me. After I was finished he helped me up and I moved over to the sink to rinse my mouth. "I am so sorry you had to witness that." I apologised, but Louis reassured me that it was fine. "At least this way I got to see you in your underwear again." he said with a wink and I hit his chest which felt amazing under my hand and I let it rest there a bit longer than necessary. Of course he noticed that and his eyes met mine in a very intense gaze.

The door swung open and Liam stood in the door, looking a bit surprised to have caught the two of us half naked in the bathroom. "It's not what it looks like!" I blurted out and I don't think I have ever blushed so much in my entire life. I tried to bring as much space between me and Louis as possible in the bathroom while Liam sent Louis a questioning glance. Louis feigned to be hurt and put his hand on his chest that I had been touching just seconds before. "You really know how to hurt a man's feelings, Claire." he said.

I turned to Liam. "I swear nothing happened. I was super drunk last night and somehow we ended up in the same bed and now I just, um, threw up and Louis helped me." Liam didn't look convinced. "Alright, I'll believe you for now. Um, would you mind leaving because I really need to use the bathroom as well." he said and I pretty much ran out of the bathroom back into Louis' bedroom, Louis hot on my heels.

"You seem quite eager to get back into my bed." Louis said from behind me and shut the door. "Oh you know it." I said and winked at him. Two could play that game, Tomlinson. He seemed surprised by my reaction but he quickly recovered and took two big steps in my direction. From the corner of my eye I spotted my dress lying on the floor next to Louis' bed. I raised my hand, quickly ruffled his hair, picked up my dress with the other hand and then dashed towards a door which after opening it turned out to be a walk-in closet. However that didn't made me hesitate and I run into to the closet and slammed the door shut, leaning my full weight against it.

I heard Louis on the other side of the door, both of us breathing heavily. I really needed to work out a bit more, but I loved food and wasn't really fond of exercise. Luckily I belonged to those kind of people who could eat a lot of food, but didn't put on a lot of weight. My mum often joked that I had some kind of alien in my stomach. I simply called it a fast metabolism.

I heard Louis' muffled voice through the wooden door. "You can't stay in there all day, Claire. You have to come out at some point." I knew that and I had yet to come with a solution to that problem, but he couldn't know that.

"I am giving you two minutes to come out by your own Claire and then I'm coming in." he threatened me. "Why the two minutes?" I asked him through the door. There was a short pause and I heard him open a drawer. "That's how long it takes me to get dressed into something comfortable, which brings me to the topic. Your dress, as amazing as it looks on you, can't be very comfortable to wear. If you come out after two minutes, I will lend you some clothes from me. Otherwise I can't guarantee a thing." He sounded quite pleased with himself for coming up with this idea.

I thought hard. I really didn't want to put the dress on again which, as Louis had noticed so well, was very pretty but not very comfortable. On the other hand I also didn't want to give into Louis and let him get another good look of me in my underwear. It was bad enough that he already had had the chance to check me out and Liam had seen my half naked as well.

"Okay, love. The two minutes are up. Sooo, what is it gonna be, Claire? Will you come out on your own or will I have to get you?" I didn't move. "Alright, I warned you."

The two of us were pressing against the door from both sides and I knew that I didn't have a chance against Louis so I did the only thing that came to my mind. I screamed for help. A few seconds later I heard Louis' door open and a very tired sounding Harry asked what the heck was going on. "Nothing, Harry. Claire and I are just having a little disagreement."

"Wait, Claire is the closet? How did that happen?" Harry asked confused. "She tricked me and then run in there to hide from me." Louis explained to him. "Why would she hide from you?" Harry asked even more confused. "I am only in my underwear, Harry." I explained from inside the closet and was very grateful that he couldn't see me. "Do I want to know how that happened?" asked Harry and there was something in his tone that I couldn't quite name. He sounded exhausted and kind of, I don't know, sad?

"I was drunk last night, nothing happened." I tried to assure him. "That's what she said." Louis piped in. "Oh shut up, Louis. Trust me, Harry, nothing happened. He is just being mean to get me out of here." I leaned my head against the door and sighed. "I will take Claire's word over yours, Louis." Harry said. Louis protested and reminded him that they were basically brothers and then, after Harry didn't change his mind, huffed something about how their friendship wasn't what it used to be.

"Now will you please let her out of your closet and maybe give her some comfortable clothes to change into?" Harry asked Louis who groaned and mumbled something that sounded like "such a spoilsport" under his breath and the left the room.

There was a knock on the door. "Claire?" Harry's beautiful deep voice asked from the other side of the door. I hummed. "Louis put some clothes on his bed, we'll wait for you in the kitchen." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Thanks, Harry. I owe you one." I said and got up from my spot on the floor in front of the door. "No problem, love. I'll meet you in the kitchen." I heard him shuffle and then the door closed leaving me alone in Louis Tomlinson's closet, only wearing my underwear and wondering how the hell I had gotten myself into this situation.