Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

26

Phoebe's POV

Something in my dream smells quite lovely. Almost like...coffee. I smile in my dream and try to follow the scent around. I end up finding a giant cup of Starbucks and leaping into it. It's like a giant tasty hot tub I'm floating in. The scent is right in my face and I decide to open my eyes. It's a mistake. As soon as they open, my mind explodes and it's like my head is trying to self destruct. I groan, rolling over to bury my head in my pillow. With blackness comes a bit of relief.

"Hey." Someone whispers.

"Sh." I say and hear the person chuckle. It's Louis.

"What are you doing?" I grumble. I roll over and stare at the chipper boy.

"Bringing you coffee." He whispers. I'll have to remember to thank him later for his quiet tone.

"Really? Thank you." I say and sit up a bit too quickly. My hands slap against my head, trying to find a balance.

"Move slow." He whispers and laughs quietly. I steal my coffee taking several big gulps. This better help.

"And some Advil Rebecca left on the counter." He says, dropping the pills in my hand.

"Thank you so much." I whisper. My own voice is bugging me today. Shit I have work!

"Rebecca stopped in to tell Dean you're sick. I guess all went well." He says. He must have noticed my panicked face.

"Thank god!" I say a bit too loudly and cringe.

"Just relax, okay? I have to go and slap Harry awake." He says causing me to laugh.

"Are you coming back?" I ask for some reason. I feel stupid as soon as I do.

"Sure." He says and smiles at me.

"Thank you." I say and down the pills.

"Stop thanking me." He mumbles on the way out. I look to my right and notice my curtains are closed, which I never do. It's still light in here, but not as much as it would be if the things were open. Louis must have closed them, or Rebecca before she left. I get myself out of bed. Every step toward the bathroom is like a trigger clicking and shooting my brain.

"I'm never drinking again." I grumble to myself. I should take a shower. Hot or cold. I turn it on and the cold water feels wonderful. Once I escape the shower, the pills have kicked in a bit. I still feel pain, but it's less prominent. The cool tile hits my bare feet. Might as well find some sweats. I've been going to bed in my clothes a lot. Hell, I only got my jacket off last night. I slept in a tube top and jeans! I leave the bathroom in my towel. I don't notice that Louis is sitting on the couch until I reach the door. His eyes are wide and seems to have an unbroken gaze. I didn't know he would be back so soon!

"Uh, didn't see you there. I'll be out in a minute. Bye." I say and throw myself into my room. I take out my underwear and a pair of yoga pants. Last of all, I throw a sweatshirt over my head. My hair is freezing, but I leave it wet. A blow dryer would be loud and awful. My butt hits my bed. I really didn't want to go out there. Louis was out there and he had just seen me in a towel. I have to face him sometime, though. Better get this over with.

"Morning again." I say and look around my place. He's not here. Huh. That was easy. Although, I still feel weird about it. Should I go talk to him? I can go bother Harry as well. Yeah, I'll go over there. I begin the short journey to their place. The knob is unlocked. Weird. I crack the door and hear Louis.

"She was nearly naked!" He shouts and I hear Harry groan.

"Sorry, I keep forgetting that." Louis says. Forgetting what?