The Change {Louis Tomlinson~AU~PUNK~}

Chapter 2: The Hangover

AN-Hey guys, enjoy this new chapter!

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*LOUIS' POV*

I wake up.

My head is pounding with a splitting headache.

"Uuughh" I grunt from the pain.

After my vision is clear I see that I am in my room.

I'm hungry. I need food!

I try to get up slowly and carefully so my head doesn't hurt worse and explode.

I slowly slump to my door and open it.

I walk downstairs and slowly make my way to the kitchen.

As I open the door I see something that definitely surprises me.

It's Jesse, asleep.

What the hell is she doing in my house?

"WAKE THE HELL UP!" I yell

She snaps her pretty little head up in my direction.

Wait, did I just think 'pretty little head'?

She is nowhere near pretty!

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!?!?" I yell again.

She just sits there, looking out the window the opposite direction from me.

I stomp her direction and firmly grab her by her arms. She whimpers.

*JESSE'S POV*

"WAKE THE HELL UP!" I snap my head up in the direction of the noise.

Louis is who shouted at me.

I just ignore him and turn my head the opposite direction and look out the window.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!?!" He yells again.

I keep my head the other way.

He stomps to me and violently grabs my arms. I whimper. That's going to leave bruises.

"DONT IGNORE ME! TELL ME, WHY ARE YOU IN MY DAMN HOUSE?!?!" He yells directly in my face.

I just turn my head again and look out the window while he has me off the ground just by holding my arms.

He violently turns my head with his hand after he sits me on the counter.

"If you're not going to thank me for what I did then I'm not going to tell you." I say quietly.

He grumbles and says, "How the fuck am I supposed to know if I can't remember a damn thing because I got drunk?"

I just shrug and say, "Dunno. But say thank you and I'll tell you."

"Fine! thankgfggvyoufhgc." He mumbles.

"What I couldn't hear you?" I say, cupping my hand behind my ear teasingly.

He grabs that wrist and pulls it down and says, "I'm freaking sorry, Happy?!?!" He slightly yells.

I nod in response.

"Ok, now tell me, why are you in my damn house?" He says.

"Because, I found you drunk, on your bum in the girl's locker room at school. You said 'Hi Mrs.Unicorn' to me. You were too drunk to get off your arse and drive, so I drove you home." I answered him.

"Did I really say 'Hi Mrs.Unicorn'?" He asks, embarrassment clear in his voice.

I nod with a giggle. He joins me in laughter.

What the fuck, why am I laughing with Louis? He's a jerk!

"Why did you drink anyways, if you can remember." I ask him.

"NON OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He yells at me. He must be bipolar, damn.

A moment ago we were laughing together and now he's yelling at me. Is he bipolar or something?

"Dang, sorry. I'll go." I say in an annoyed voice.

"No, wait. I'm sorry. Now can you just get me an Advil, then you can leave." He asks. I nod.

"Where do I get it?" I ask.

"Second cabinet from the left." He answers. I nod again and walk to the cabinets and open the one he told me to look in.

I grab the Advil, and a glass.

I fill the glass with water and open the Advil bottle and get two pills out.

I bring him the water and the Advil. He gladly grabs them from my hands. His finger tips slightly brush mine. And drops the two tablets in his mouth and swallows them with water.

I open the door from the kitchen and hear him whisper a thank you. Was that really Louis Tomlinson, thanking me?

Wow, I'm surprised.

I walk to my car and begin my drive to my house. As I drive I think of everything that happened today.

I bust out laughing when I remember when Louis called me 'Mrs.Unicorn' when I found him drunk on his ass.

Wow, that was hilarious. I smile. I pull into my driveway and take my car keys out of their slot as the car dies down. I walk inside.

"Where the hell have you been?!?!" Stan raises his voice.

"Library." I answer, lying.

"Okay." He replies.

"What's for dinner?" I ask.

"Tacos." He answers.

I nod in response and make my way to my room. I check the time on my phone answering my question it says '8:25' Wow, guess me and Louis were asleep for a few hours. I yawn and fall asleep.

*LOUIS' POV*

"Thank you." I whisper so low where she can't here me.

I kind of feel bad-ish for being rude to her. She did help me, while I've been nothing but a jerk to her. Oh well, too bad, I'm a bad guy, it's in my nature. She can deal with it.

I start to cook spaghetti for my little sisters since my mum, like always, is on a business trip.

I hear the front door open and close. I watch as all my sisters fill the room. I finish.

I don't say a word to them as of because I'm tired and I still have a small headache from my hangover.

I walk up to my bedroom and fall asleep in my bed.

The sleep is peaceful until my friend Harry bursts into my room gasping for air.

I turn to face him with a scowl on my face from him waking me from sleeping.

"What?" I ask rudely.

He pants and says, "party tomorrow, here!"

"Ok. Let's schedule it for, how about 9:00 tomorrow. And invite the whole school." I order him. He nods and runs down stairs.

I remember that tomorrow is Friday, I smile at the thought and fall back asleep.