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Cloe

#3: Cloe

You're going to hate me for this but meh, enjoy x

I groaned as I turned on my back, immediately placing my hands over my face as I saw the sunlight through my eyelids. I was pretty sure I was lying next to an opened window, too; and the last thing I needed was hearing the traffic outside, and the sun making me go blind with my eyes closed.

"You too?" I heard a voice next to me, a voice I knew all too well. But it didn't sound like other times; other times this voice would be loud, and cheery, and pretty much drowning in happiness. Not drowning in slurs.

"Mhm," I mumbled, turning on my other side and slowly opening my eyes to look at Louis; he had his hands over his face, just like I had a minute ago, and overall looked like he'd been run over by a truck several times.

"What did we even do last night?" I asked quietly. Since school has finished a few weeks ago, we decided to take a quick trip to the United States; Las Vegas that is. No less, no more.

Now though, with my head feeling like a thousand pounds and my stomach like I'd eaten a dinosaur, I was beginning to feel that maybe we should have just stayed in our hotel room and watched a movie or something.

"I've no idea," Louis muttered as he rolled over to the edge of the bed, needing a good few seconds to pull himself up in a sitting position. He ran his hand through his hair a few times – a few lazy times – before getting up. Or at least trying to get up.

"Fucking hell, I'm never mixing Red Bull and sangria ever again," He said through a long sigh, and kind of just slid onto the floor. He crawled a couple of feet away from the bed, until he was right next to a wall, and then leaned on it, closing his eyes and throwing his head back until it was leaned against the wall too. My fiancé, ladies and gentlemen.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, my words muffled by the bed sheet, as I watched him sit there under a window like a homeless person. I mean, he had a chair right next to him.

"I'm too tired to get up," He almost whined, "Or too hungover. Both work."

I let my head fall on the mattress, it was just too heavy too keep in the air. I wonder if I'd actually swallowed a dinosaur and it went to my head instead of my stomach.

"This place is a mess," Louis said a few minutes later, now sounding more like himself. "You sure we didn't like, throw a party here or..?"

"No," I replied, "I remember you almost got in a fight with that body guard because he thought you had a fake ID."

A few seconds after what I'd said, we both started laughing like a pair of eighty year olds – at least that's how we sounded. I still reckon he should have taken that as a compliment; the guy was basically telling him he looked younger than 21. And he was 24. I'd literally throw a party if someone mistook me for a 21 year old solely for that reason.

"In my defense, he was fucking annoying," Louis mumbled, once again running a hand through his hair in order to tame it. Although he ended up getting it even messier. "Everyone's asking me when I'm turning thirty, and then this dick says I have a fake ID." He shook his hair, "Americans."

"You love it here, shut up," I mumbled back, pulling myself up in a sitting position. "I wish you looked as happy with me as you did on the Stratosphere Tower."

"I'm always happy with you, all you do is complain," He said as he rubbed his eye. Usually I would have had a comeback or something, but now I couldn't help but smile at that. Life's been a little more peaceful since I'd started ignoring his teasing; some of it, anyway.