Forever Young - a One Direction love story

~Louis~

~Louis~

 

Louis Tomlinson groaned loudly as he slowly slipped out of his deep sleep. His eyes still closed, he reached for the nearest pillow and hid his head with it, hoping it would somehow make the headache go away. Unfortunately, it didn’t.

I’ll never drink again.

Right. He sat up, rubbed his temples with his fingers and reluctantly opened his eyes. He was home, obviously, but he didn’t even remember getting there. Stupid blackouts. He hated them.

Seriously, I’ll never drink again.

Mmmph.

 

“Lots of water and a couple of Advil should do it,” said Harry as he ran into his room out of the blue, a tall glass of water in hand.

 

“How come you’re not hangover?” Louis grumbled as he grabbed the glass from Harry’s hand and took a long sip.

 

“I’m good with alcohol. Unlike some people.” He handed two Advil over to him. “You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

 

“Thanks, doctor.”

 

Louis was living with Harry. They were the closest two people could be. As soon as they’d met, on the TV show The X-Factor, they’d hit it off. Sure, Louis was great friends with everybody in the boy band, but he was especially close with Harry and it was no secret. Their fans had even invented the ‘Larry Stylinson bromance’. It was amusing, really.

 

“So, what happened last night? Did I do anything foolish?”

 

“You? Nah. I was the worst.”

 

“Why? What happened?” asked Louis with a slight smirk as he lifted himself up from the bed.

 

“Well, to start off,” began Harry, jumping on his friend’s bed, “I hit on my cousin.”

 

“Ouch.”

 

“You got that right. Then her American boyfriend punched me in the face, and I went unconscious instantly.”

 

“Weaky Harry.” Louis teased.

 

“Shut up.” He threw a pillow at his face, which made Louis laugh. “Anyway, then I woke up in my cousin’s friend’s apartment. I broke her late mother’s vase by accident.”

 

“Weak AND clumsy. Wow.”

 

“I said shut up!” He laughed quietly. “But yeah, it was kind of…uh, stupid.”

 

“Doesn’t surprise me, coming from you.”

 

Harry rolled his eyes at his roommate. “No breakfast for you.”

 

“Like that’s gonna affect me. My name’s not Niall, you know. Actually, I think I’m gonna go out for breakfast. Care to come along?”