Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Twenty Nine

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I wake up in my own bed, that's a good thing. The pounding in my head on the other hand, not so positive. I groan and rub my eyes before sitting up and noticing the lifeless body of Nick next to me. I poke his side hard enough to make him move a little, just making sure he's still alive before I slump over to my bathroom. "What the hell happened yesterday?" I ask, staring at my pale reflection in the mirror. I smell the shirt I'm wearing and directly regret it. "Beer, definitely beer" I mutter and pull it off, while I'm at it I also remove the rest of my clothing and throw everything in the hamper, deciding a shower would be nice.

After my shower, I don't bother doing my hair and just tie it into a bun, throw on the first clothing items I can find and slump over towards the kitchen but stop in my tracks when I find a dark-haired man, with a bun, sipping from a water bottle and scrolling through his phone. I scrunch my eyebrows, utterly confused about why this stranger is in my house. "Eh, who are you?" I ask, regretting the volume because it only has a negative effect on my headache.

"Hey, I'm Matthew!" The stranger replies happily, again too loud for my liking. "I don't want to be rude but why are you in my house?" I ask as I rub both of my hands on my forehead, hoping to lessen the pain. Matthew replies telling me my 'roommate' Louis brought him back last night and something about his sister being a big fan but I stopped paying attention after Louis' name was dropped.

"We didn't really get the chance to talk last night, Louis demanded my attention" He smirks. "Good for you" I mumble and take a new water bottle from the fridge and gulp down half of the water before I decide I don't like this dude and want to go back to my bedroom.

"Fuck me, you two could be long-lost brothers!" Niall barks out as he walks into the kitchen. "I wouldn't mind the first part" Our unwanted guest replies and I'm not sure if I saw it correctly but did he just wink at Niall? "I'm straight but nice try. I would say go for Harry but would that count as incest?" He just thinks he's the funniest person on the planet and I've had enough. "I've heard people say we look-a-like before." Matthew shrugs and I send him a fake smile and grab my water and a new bottle for Nick and exit the room. Just what I need; to lay down on the bed and watch some series I have to catch up on.

Later that day I start to remember bits and pieces from the night before. I remember Nick and I singing some Shania Twain song and dancing in the streets of London. I also remember going to a karaoke bar but other than that it's still unclear.

After breakfast at four in the afternoon, I start to feel a lot better. Nick and I have moved from my bedroom to our living room to join Niall and Stan as they watch a football match on TV. I take one side of the couch as Nick takes the other, effortlessly I throw my fluffy sock covered feet on his lap. "I'm not touching those!" Nick laughs and tries to push them off. "I wasn't asking you to but they're cold!" I whine a little and Nick just shakes his head. We've come to an agreement where Nick will just rub them a little just to warm them up. That's what friends are for, right?

Sadly the unwanted guest is still in my house because I can hear Louis and him talking on their way over from the guest bedroom to the living room. I sigh and receive a pinch in my big toe. "What was that for?" I ask. "Be nice" Nick whispers back but I just roll my eyes, deciding to ignore them. Nick tells me to move over and pushes my legs from his lap but I just shake my head, mouthing 'my house' and sticking out my tongue.

Just when I want to put my legs back on Nick's lap Louis walks up. "Mind if I sit here?" he asks and how can I say no? I move over so Louis can sit down, not caring where what's his name will sit. I listen to the conversation of the dude and Louis, he asks Louis where he's supposed to sit now that all the seats are taken and he refuses to sit on the floor. He even tries to get Louis to sit on his lap but Louis flat out refuses, telling the kid the rug is very comfortable. I have to try very hard not to laugh out loud at his ridiculous behaviour. In the end, Stan offers him his seat and sits down on the rug in front of us.