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Louis

I awoke to the sunlight beaming through the windows directly opposite my bed, that was now, covered in tangled sheets. I honestly have no clue how my bed ends up this way. I must go for a fucking run or something in my sleep. My eyes drifted to the other corner of the room as I attempted to remove any source of light that would make me want to squint my already half closed eyes.

When I turned over, the events of the previous night came rushing to my head. How did I get into bed? I sat up and saw that I still had on the sweats from last night, just no shirt, revealing the ink that was etched into my skin.

Harry.

Where is he? I remember falling asleep on him last night. Did he carry me here? Is he still here? I suddenly became very embarrassed at the thought of him carrying me here. God, I weigh a lump. Before my thoughts got lost and scattered everywhere from over thinking the possibilities of what happened last night or where the curly headed boy was now, I somehow managed to hoist my self out of bed, throwing a shirt on before hopping down the cold tiled stairs.

I heard the humming of my mothers voice when I reached the bottom, along with the voices of Liam and Niall. Does that mean Harry left last night? The happy feeling I had when I woke up this morning sizzled down a bit as I realized I won't be seeing him as soon as I thought I would. "morning guys" I muttered, the sleepiness still clear in my voice. All heads turned to my direction and a chorus or 'mornings' where heard. When I settled down at the breakfast counter, opposite the boys, they both looked up to me. Smirks evident on their faces. Here we go - I thought to my self. I readied my self for the possible remarks they were about to make about me falling asleep on Harry last night. At the time there was nothing shameful about it, I just wanted to be closer to him. Plus, by the smile that I saw out of the side of my eyes, made it all worth the while. It was nice, falling asleep to soft, comforting stokes that were being swept lightly through my hair. Unfortunately, I didn't think of the after math of our position before I fell asleep, so now I was about to hear everything about it.

"bet your wondering where your boy is" Liam said, a smile forming on his face. My mums whole demeanor changed as she turned around from her place at the stove. "your boy?" she questioned, eyebrow raised high in the air as an excited smile appeared on her face.

"were just friends" I mumbled, attempting to shy away from the topic. A scoff came from Nialls mouth at my words, along with a loud "HA!" from Liam. "Yeah right" he laughed.

"so what's his name?" she asked, turning back around as she flipped the last batch of pan cakes. "erm, Harry" "You should have seen them, they were so cute" Niall gushed, scrunching his face up in a baby like way. "Lou was all cuddled up next to him and omegawd why didn't I take a picture" he pouted, every single trace of happiness vanished as he realized the opportunity he missed.

"Harry was like, stroking his hair and tracing his face, like seriously, he stopped watching the movie as soon as you cuddled up to him" Liam continued. By now, my mother was going completely crazy, urging my friends to continue with an almost rolling motion of her hand. "and after lou lent him some clothes, they both came out holding hands!"

"come on, what else!"

And at this point, I swear I was completely invisible. So instead of sitting around, I got out of my seat and threw a few pancakes onto a plate and made a tea while I watched my family and friends talk about me and Hazza.

"omg thats so cute!" my mother gushed.

"He didn't even want to move because he was scared to wake him up"

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