It didn't take Louis very long to get home. He quickly locked the door behind him and quietly headed to bed, being careful not to wake up Liam. He went to the bathroom and turned the cold water on. He stared at it, his thoughts chasing each other around in circles. He rolled up his sleeve and stuck his arm under the water. He flinched at the sting of the cold water. After he finished cleaning his arm he headed to his room. He didn't bother changing and slid under the covers. He fell asleep quickly.
Louis could feel the sun on his face and groaned. He rolled over and shoved a pillow over his head. His head was throbbing and his body ached. There was some noises outside his door. It sounded like Liam was getting home.
With a groan Lou dragged himself from his bed and pulled the door open. Liam was standing in the kitchen, his hair was a mess and his clothes were askew.
"What happened to you, mate?" Louis rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, his words slurring.
"What happened to me? What happened to you!? We looked everywhere and couldn't find you!" Louis' face flushed and he shrugged, turning away.
"Nothin, Liam. I came back here after the party. I wasn't having much fun." Liam looked skeptical.
"I heard that you left with Harry Styles. That you practically had to drag him home, he was so drunk." Louis blushed more and glanced at Liam who was looking worriedly at him.
"Look, I'm not some little puppy that needs to be watched all the time! I'm old enough to do whatever I want without having to report to someone." Louis turned and stormed off, heading straight out the door.
