Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Cuddle Buddies or How Louis Is A Meanie

Hi guys, here is a new chapter. :) I had so much fun writing it, so I hope you have just as much fun reading it as I had when I wrote it. All the love, Summer xx

"I really need to learn when to stop drinking." I said as I stumbled and had to hold onto Harry for support, who giggled and put an arm around my waist. "You and me both, love." We burst into a fit of giggles and Louis who was walking on my other side groaned. "You two really can't hold your liquor." Behind me Niall and Lily were walking arm in arm, singing a traditional Irish folk song Niall had taught her over the course of the night. It was just us five who had decided to call it a night.

Well Louis had decided to call it a night. He seemed to be only half as drunk as we were and I think he was tired of looking after us. We reached the car and all piled in. For some reason, I thought it was a great idea to sit on Louis' lap and we had a five minute argument because he refused to let me sit on his lab while we were driving to the hotel.

"But you are so comfortable." I whined and giggled when Louis groaned. I exchanged a conspiratorial glance with Harry and then we both threw ourselves onto the middle seat, me on top of him. Niall and Lily sat down opposite us, both laughing at our actions.

"Claire, if you don't get the fuck out of Harry's lab and into a proper car seat I will forcibly have to put you into a seat and tie you up, okay? You have ten seconds. One, two..." Harry tightened his grip around me and I hid my face in his chest. "Six, Claire just because you can't see me, does not mean that I can't see you." Louis continued to count to ten and then started to loosen Harry's grip around me. Harry was just as wasted as I was so it was a fairly easy task.

While he apologised to the driver who was watching the scenario with an amused look on his face, Louis forced me into the seat next to Harry and put my seat belt on as well. Then he pushed Harry into the other window seat and sat down in the middle of the two of us, holding my hands together with one hand, while trying to stop Harry from tickling him with his other.

The rest of the ride was spent with me cheering Harry on, Niall and Lily giggling and singing in their seats and Louis trying to make us shut up and to stop Harry from tickling him. I think it was safe to say that Louis was more than happy when we finally arrived at the hotel.

We stopped in front of a back door to avoid the paparazzi and Niall and Lily excitedly hopped out of the car, clinging onto each other for support. It didn't take them long to start singing again and Louis hastily tried to make them shut up before they woke up the whole hotel, before they disappeared inside out of view. He then unbuckled mine and Harry's seat belts and helped both of us out of the car. I was suddenly feeling very dizzy and sat down on the pavement in front of the hotel while Louis paid the driver. Even though he was very drunk himself, Harry still seemed to care enough about me to be concerned about me in his drunk state, so he sat down beside me and padded my back.

When Louis turned around, the two of us were sitting next to each other on the pavement, me with my hand in my hands to stop the dizziness. "Claire? Are you okay?" I could hear Louis' concerned voice next to me. "She said she's feeling dizzy." Harry told him and then started giggling again. "Dizzzzzyyyy. Dizzy." He laughed at himself. Louis crouched down in front of me. "Okay, Claire. Can you hear me, love?"

I looked up to him and before I could stop myself, I pushed some hair that was hanging into his eyes out of his face. Louis' breath hitched. "You're eyes are so pretty, Lou. So, so pretty." I told him. A small smile appeared on Louis' face. "Thanks love, your eyes are very beautiful as well." "What about my eyes?" Harry piped in and batted his eyelashes at Louis. "Your eyes are also very pretty, Harry." Louis told him and then turned back to me.

"Okay, Claire. We are going to try to get you upstairs now. Do you think you can stand up?" I nodded and Louis pulled me up to my feet. I swayed back and forth and had to hold onto Louis to keep myself from falling down again. "Okay, Harry, get your drunk ass up so we can get you two upstairs to your rooms." Harry jumped to his feet and nearly fell over again. "I'm not drunk!" he said loudly and I nodded vigorously. "He's not drunk Lou, he's just funny." I giggled a bit. Louis rolled his eyes at the two of us. "Whatever you say, guys."

We walked, or more like stumbled, into the hotel and into the lift. Louis had to keep both of us from pushing every single button which ended in a fight which he won. Harry and I ended up in the opposite corner of the lift, both pouting and whisper-talking about what a meanie Louis was, who run his hand through his hair and sighed.

When we had reached our floor, Louis first dropped Harry off in his room who simply crashed on his bed, fully clothed, and then literally carried me over to my room. He had to put me down to search for my room card which I found incredibly funny because I had forgotten where I had put it. He ended up finding it in my back pocket are a few minutes and blushed a bit when he had to put his hand into my pocket to get the card out.

He unlocked the door and then guided me to my bed where he helped me take off my shoes. I just sat there and watched him with an admiring look in my eyes. "Claire? Hello?" Louis waved his hand in front of my face. "Do you need help changing into your PJs?" I nodded and held up my arms. Louis chuckled and helped me out of my top and into a wide t-shirt which I had packed for the night. "Hey, isn't that my t-shirt?" Louis asked with a grin and I nodded and grinned up at him. "It's sooooo soft. And it smells like you." I said and even my drunk-self had the decency to blush. "I'm glad it is." Louis smiled down at me and then helped me out of my jeans as well. I was sitting half naked in front of Louis Tomlinson and all I wanted to do was sleep or cuddle with Louis.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" I asked Louis shyly and looked up at him with my best puppy eyes. A big smile spread across his face and he nodded. "Sure, love. How can I say to a beautiful, half-naked woman asking me to stay the night?" I threw a pillow at him and he laughed and threw it back. "Louiiiiis, you know I didn't mean it like that. I just need some cuddles." "Well, I am happy to help out." said Louis and quickly pulled off his jeans and t-shirt.

If I had been sober, I probably would have been able to contain myself, but my drunk-self had lost any boundaries whatsoever and I openly gaped at Louis who winked at me and then slipped next to me underneath the covers. I cuddled into him and put my head on his chest which was surprisingly comfortable.

"You are a good cuddle buddy." I told him. I felt his chest vibrate underneath me and a low chuckle escaped Louis' mouth. "And you are adorable when you're drunk." I huffed indignantly. "AM NOT!" I protested. Louis only laughed harder at me. I pouted. "You are a meanie." I told him and crossed my arms over my chest. Louis poked my side and I jumped a bit and hit his arm. "Like I said, meanie." "Come on, love. I know you're enjoying this just as much as I am." There was a short silence. "Maybe I am." I admitted and I felt Louis pull me a bit closer.

I felt so at home in Louis' arms. The lyrics from Home came to my mind and I couldn't help but smile a bit. "You really do make me feel like home." I told Louis quietly and closed my eyes. "I'm happy to hear that, Claire." I felt Louis lightly kiss my head and then he pulled the duvet closer around the two of us and turned off the lights and I felt myself get sleepier with every second. "Sweet dreams, Claire." I heard Louis whisper before I fell asleep, happy and safe in Louis' arms.