Must Be Fake (Nouis)

Chapter 7

****LOUIS POV****

The first thing I did when I left EElle's place was run to Harry's side. Harry was the only one that understood me at times like this. Harry was able to cheer me up when nothing and no one else could.

"HARRY! HARRY, OPEN UP!" Louis screamed from the front door while nearly bashing the door down.

Harry opened the door, while he walked he looked as if he was limping. 'At least someone had a good day.' I said in my head to myself.

"What brings you here m'love." Harry asked in the gayest way possible.

"Need someone..." Is all I said while I sniffled some tears away.

"What about Niall?" Harry asked with slight jealousy in his voice.

"Don't say his name." I hissed at Harry and pushed him inside the house.

I sighed and tried calling Niall again, once he didn't answer I began to think it was time to give up on him. I threw my phone onto the brick wall making it smash.

"What was that for love?" Harry asked as he placed his hand onto Louis thigh. Harry was getting extremely close to Louis, yet Louis didn't do anything about it.

"Wait here, I can fix you." Harry whispered to Louis and he got up.

Minutes later Harry returned with a six pack of drinks.

"Drink up." he stated as he gave me the drinks.

Within three hours Harry and I were so drunk not even Paul could handle us, trust me, he tried.

Right that moment I had pinned Harry up against the wall and growled at him.

I forced my lips onto his getting an unexpected reaction. He had kissed back roughly yet still with passion.

"I have been into you for ages." Harry said with a groggy voice yet he still sounded as if he was sober.

"Curly kiss me." I growled at Harry and we went back to out full on making out.

I was drunk, stupid and reckless. I had no idea what I was bringing onto myself that night.

We had woken up the next morning, both of us naked. It was so clear what we had spent the night doing. Harry was still laying besides me sleeping but I couldn't sleep for any longer.

My head was throbbing, my throat was burning and better yet I needed to throw up every five seconds.

There my gut went again, puking up all my insides. God I hated this feeling.

"Hey Boo. Feeling alright or do you want a pain killer?" Harry snuck up behind me and hugged me from my back.

"Painkiller please." I had said groggily with one thing on my mind. Why wasn't Harry hung over? He would usually be worse then me after he finishes drinking. Why would today be any different?

Harry came back with a glass of water in one hand and a whole pack of painkillers in the other. He smiled at me and passed over both.

"Oh and Lou?" Harry quickly added in seeming as if he remembered something important.

"Yes Haz?" I asked suddenly feeling interested in what he would say.

"Niall called me this morning asking where you were. I told him that he was a dick and he needs to stop calling." Harry said and started laughing.

My eyes widened as I heard what he said.

"DONT YOU DARE TALK TO MY PENGUIN LIKE THAT!" I screamed at him.