My Drunken Mistake

One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor?

Chapter 1

One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor?

My back slid down the bathroom door as I looked down at the little piece of plastic in my hands that was about to change my entire life forever. I couldn’t possibly be pregnant, at least not with my best friend’s baby. But there it was, the harsh reality staring me right in the face…two little pink lines…POSITIVE! I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or sad about it. I mean I’ve always wanted children but I was only 23; I had things I still wanted to do without being tied down with a kid. And another big negative was that Lou was the father. Yes, I’m referring to Louis Tomlinson from that famous boy band One Direction. This pregnancy was anything but great because Eleanor and Lou had just sent me the invite to their wedding. They had pushed the date up several months!

It doesn’t help matters that I also happened to be hopelessly in love with that silly, sassy prankster of a man. I had been head over heels for him since the moment we met, but I never acted on my feelings or said anything because he was with El. I looked up with tears in my eyes to see the silly picture that Lou and I had taken together a few months back sitting on the stand by the toilet. He is just too gorgeous for his own good and I don’t think he even notices it or realizes the effect he has on women. I gently grabbed my stomach and thought back to the night that flipped my whole world upside down.

*FLASHBACK*

I was home alone on a rainy Friday night doing dishes. I know, how pathetic, right? I heard a knock on my front door so I grabbed a dishtowel and dried my hands off and ran to answer the impatient person at the door. The knocking kept getting louder and more persistent.

“I’m coming!! I’m coming!! Calm yourself fool!” I yelled over the pounding. I flung the door open to reveal my soaking wet best friend, Louis, standing there. His drenched clothes clung to his perfectly toned body, and his matted hair looked messy but not in an “oh you should brush your hair” kind of way but more of an “I want to run my fingers through it” kind of way. “How is it he can look so perfect without even trying?” I thought. Every time I look at him in all of his perfection it makes me fall for him just a little bit more. But, I know I can only wish he was mine from a distance because of El. Don’t get me wrong El is great, but I’m just so jealous of her because she has him. I looked around for his car but didn’t see it so I assumed he walked here in the pouring rain since we only lived a few streets away from each other. I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside saying, “Louis, what are you doing? It’s pouring the rain outside and you’re soaking wet!”

“I had a fight with Eleanor. It’s over! She kicked me out, so I walked here.”

“I’m sure you guys will work it out. You always do.”

“But hopefully this is my opening to make you mine.” I thought to myself; hope bubbling up in my chest.

“This time I’m not so sure we will Lex. It was a pretty big fight. Can we just drink away my miseries and stop talking about it?”

“Sure. Do you want tequila or rum?”

“Definitely a tequila kind of night, love.”

“Well, then let’s get drunk Lou Bear!” I screamed, chuckling at the nickname because I knew it irritated him to no end but he always seemed to let me get away with it. Louis made his way to the bathroom as comfortably as if he were in his own home. He was here so much that it might as well have been his home too. I pranced into the kitchen and grabbed some shot glasses and a bottle of José Cuervo. I heard Louis pull a towel off of the rack in the bathroom. My gaze wandered over to the mirror in the hall. I could see his perfect profile. His biceps rippled as he toweled his hair dry, showing off all of his gorgeous tattoos. He had grabbed a pair of my favorite basketball shorts and they hung low on his hips, revealing his toned stomach and that gorgeous trail of short brown hairs that led into the shorts. He grabbed his sodden clothes and threw them into the dryer, turning it on.

I busied myself by filling the shot glasses with tequila. I listened as Louis’ bare feet slapped softly against the hardwood floors. I felt his presence in a very tangible way, as if his personality entered the room before he did. He settled onto a barstool and grabbed the salt shaker. I reached in the cabinet and pulled out a second salt shaker, reserved just for such occasions as these.

We began doing our shots, discussing the fallout with Eleanor. The conversation slowly turned to past tours and platonic dates. We reminisced on stories as our laughter echoed through my kitchen.

“I don’t know what I would do without you, Lex,” Louis breathed, brushing an errant strand of hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear.

“S-same h-here,” I stuttered, my breath hitching. His touch carried thousands of volts of electricity.

It seemed as if our faces were suddenly inches apart. I couldn’t remember moving but I was there, leaning over the counter towards him. His breath was hot on my face, the scent of the tequila pulling me closer. His nose brushed mine. I fought to keep my eyes open and take control, but my lids shut and I inched closer.

“Louis I--” I began, reluctantly leaning back.

“I love you, Lexi Bear. Please don’t go…” Louis pleaded.

I hesitated. He leaned in again, placing his right hand gently against my cheek. His thumb stroked my face softly. My breathing was embarrassingly loud, shuddering and hitching. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. I peeked at Lou through my lashes and then let my eyes close. His lips just slightly touched mine. Then I lost my breath as my fingers wandered into his still slightly damp hair. I gripped those perfect locks, holding onto his head for dear life. He deepened the kiss, varying the pressure. The pressure leveled off and Louis just barely grazed my lips with his before leaning back. I stood there for what could have been seconds or hours, I don’t know which, just trying to preserve the moment. Slowly, I let my lids open up. Louis’ eyes met mine. They were heated, full of promise. I fell into them, lost myself in his kiss…

*END OF FLASHBACK*

To say I was terrified of Lou’s reaction would be an understatement. I mean could our friendship really survive this? And what would El do/think, would she hate us both or just me? Would I be the one taking all the blame for our stupid drunk mistake?

I still sat there in the same spot on the bathroom floor with one hand on my still flat tummy and the positive pregnancy test in the other thinking to myself, “Why had I ever let that happen? How could I have been dumb enough to sleep with my best friend without protection, let alone think it actually meant something to him?” I mean drunk or not, I should have never let it go that far. I knew that he would go back to El anyways; no matter what happened he always did even when he claimed that it was done he went back. He was whipped. So why did I think that this time would be any different? But here I was, Alexa Rae Davis pregnant with Louis William Tomlinson’s baby and he was getting married in 2 weeks.

(A/N) This was co-written with @ijustlike1d and the banner was made by @karensandoval122

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