Mr. & Mrs. Tomlinson

♥ Chapter 7 ♥

CHAPTER 7: IT'S TWO FUCKIN' AM!

Groaning, I sat up on the bed and frantically scratched my head in irritation. Louis was snoring ever so loudly beside me with his mouth hanging open, his arms were sprawled along his body and the pillow barriers magically vanished.

It's two fuckin' AM!

I shook him vigorously and was surprised he actually woke up.

"What the hell's your problem?!" he jolted up, facing me with his worn out face. I fanned my face for his breath was awful right now.

"You have stinky breath." I scrunched up my nose.

"What?! You woke me up because of that?! Jeez, woman!" he was already off the bed, making his way towards the bathroom. He was half naked so I saw his bird tattoo on his left arm. It was rare for me since I always see him in a long sleeve polo shirt.

I always wanted to get a tattoo on my back but Ryder stops me everytime. He always says it'll look dirty. But seeing Louis' now just made me want to get one.

The thought of Ryder sent a familiar pain through my chest. I clutched the sheets on my hands and closed my eyes. I managed to get my breathing even but there was this sordid feeling in my stomach that made me gag.

Oh sweet heavens, I'm gonna puke!

I dashed towards the bathroom only to see Louis fixing back his buddy into place behind his boxers. That made me gag even more.

He knew what I was about to do, so he backed away. A disgusting expression clearly drawn on his face. I threw up frantically on the toilet while Louis just stood there laughing like an idiot.

Once I finished, I washed up my face then brushed my teeth, making sure the awful smell would get off. Louis was still leaning against the door, a smug look on his face. It probably took me like, fifty times before I finally faced him.

"It was that salad on the plane.." I grumbled, remembering that I ordered the chicken soup but Louis wanted to trade with mine so I had his salad instead. And now, he had to witness me in one of my awful times. Ryder never saw me vomit. Ever.

That's because, I never let him to.

He arched an eyebrow, eyeing me skeptically; "Or.. you could admit that you're pregnant." he shrugged.

"What the hell?! How could I get pregnant, you moron!" I stormed past him and plopped down the bed.

"We don't know.. maybe Ryder forgot to use protection or you forgot to take your pills.. possibilities, possibilities.." he hummed. The mattress lowered down as Louis lay beside me.

"Shut up okay? I'm not pregnant! It's the salad, I'm telling you. Fuck, you were supposed to be feeling this way, not me!" I sat up, leaning against the head board, groaning.

He scooted closer only to rest his head on my lap. I thwacked his head away; "Get off me!"

"Not until I fall asleep." he hummed. Rolling my eyes, I balled some of his hair in my fist and he shouted.

"What was that for?!" he growled angrily. I crossed my arms over my chest; "I'm not pregnant!"

"Okay.." he trailed off, his head back to my lap again. His hair tickled my thighs and I shuddered.

"But you're not a virgin now, are you?" he suddenly asked out of no where.

"I am." I stated firmly, somehow proud. But by my statement, he jolted up, facing me squarely.

"What?! Morgan, your bloody, extremely hot and my stupid brother hasn't touched you?!" his eyes were bulging out from his sockets if that was even possible.