Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

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Phoebe's POV

I open my eyes and feel my head pound immediately. It's so bright in here. I feel a leg over one of mine. I also feel a hand on my thigh. I must be wearing shorts because the hand is touching my skin. Wait a minute, who's in my bed?! I go to roll over and land on the floor. I look up and see Louis sleeping peacefully. He's not wearing a shirt. Okay, but that doesn't mean anything happened. He may have just slept here. I find out that idea is busted when I realize I'm wearing nothing but the blanket that fell with me. Which also means Louis is lying naked right in front of me. I go into my drawer and take out a big T-shirt and underwear. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I begin pacing before I decide I need a minute alone. I walk outside and see Rebecca sitting on the couch.

"Um." Is all she mutters before her eyes go wide.

"I know." I whisper.

"Is Louis-"

"Yeah, he's sleeping." I cut her off.

"What did you do?" She asks.

"I don't know!" I answer worriedly. I couldn't have just thrown myself at him last night. He must have showed some interest in it. What if I did?

"Well get back in there and talk to him about this." She mutters.

"He's sleeping!" I say a bit too loudly and my head aches.

"Phoebe what the hell happened?" She asks.

"I may or may not have slept with him last night." I say. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to get a grip on what's happening. They only get tangled in the knots as I rip through them.

"Calm down. Did you want this?" She asks.

"Not now! Not so soon. We've only been together for a little while. I can't believe this." I say quickly.

"Get in there." She says. I open my mouth, but no excuse comes out.

*

"Louis?" I whisper. He doesn't move. I shake his leg and his eyes pop open. He stares out the window and rubs his face.

"Where the hell-this isn't my room." I hear him whisper. He sits up slightly and when he sees me, his head falls back down.

"Shit." He mumbles. That's a good start to all of this.

"Well, thanks." I say sarcastically. He wipes his face as I stare at him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." He says and I shake my head.

"Well then how did you mean it?" I ask him and shake my head. What the hell is his problem?

"I didn't think this actually happened. I thought it was just a dream. I know it's not now." He says. He sits up on my bed, wiping his face again.

"Do you remember anything?" I ask.

"Yes. Do you?" He asks.

"No, I was drunk out of my mind." I tell him and I immediately regret it. He frowns at me and sighs.

"Good to know." He says. He finds his pants on the floor and puts them on without me seeing anything, mainly because I look away.

"Louis, I didn't mean it like that. It's just a bit fuzzy." I tell him.

"Well, we both can't seem to find the right thing to say this morning, so I'll be at my place." He says angrily. He puts his shirt on as well.

"Louis, we need to talk about this." I tell him. I grab his arm and stares at me.