Nobody Compares [l. tomlinson]

c h a p t e r f i f t e e n

Florence flutters her eyes open and shoot straight up, but a sudden jolt of pain passes through her head. She puts a hand, slowly caressing it while letting out small groans. Louis rolls over to face her, yawning while rubbing his eyes. She gently smiles at him as he goes back to sleep. She was about to go back to sleep to fight off her massive hungover but what she was wearing caught her off guard. His clothes.

She curses loudly and Louis woke up, with a startled look on his face.

"Lou?", she asks, tears appearing on the corner of her eyes.

"Yeah? Wait, are you crying?"

"Um, did you touch me or something like that last night? I was drunk and I could barely remember a thing"

"What? No!", a horrified and pained look spread across his face. "What makes you think I'd do that?"

"I-I don't know. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have even thought about that in the first place", she mutters, mentally face palming herself.

"It's okay. But please bear in mind, I won't ever do that to you, okay? I would never take advantage of you... You know that yourself", he mumbles.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry again", she says and she can feel herself getting nauseous. "Lou, where is the bathroom?"

He points at the corner and she jogs her way there, holding herself before throwing up at the sink. She washes her face as she sees it is smeared by eyeliner. She gargles with the mouthwash and puts all her stray hair away from her face. Louis stood by the doorframe with his arms crossed and his face, flashing a concerned look. She sheepishly smiles at him and he gives a small smile back. He held out his hand and she reach for it, intertwining their fingers together.

"What a hot mess I am", she laughs.

"Yes, you really are a hot mess", he agrees and chuckles.

"Do you have ibuprofen?", she shyly asks.

"Yeah. I told you not to drink too much so don't blame me", he chuckles as he takes the medicine from the aid kit and hands it to her. He takes them both to the kitchen as she hops on the countertop while he takes a glass of water for her. She drinks the medicine while Louis looks at her. "Thanks", she mutters as she sets the glass by her side.

"Nah, it's fine. Would you want to have omelette and pancake with Yorkshire tea for breakfast?", he asks.

"Yeah", she says as she hops off but Louis stops her. "No, you stay there", he smirks at her and she wants to protest but she just did what she was told.

"What kind of omelette do you want?"

"Hmmm... anything would do but if it would have lots of cheese and bacon then it'd be much perfect", she beams and he nods as he takes the cheese from the fridge and goes to the pantry for bacon and eggs. He lays them down on the side before frying them. He goes over to the cupboard and took one of the pancake mix and a box of Yorkshire teabags.

He lays all of what he cooked in the kitchen bar and he gestures for her as he takes a seat on the stool. She hops down the countertop and heads to the bar, sitting on the stool next to Louis.

"Curse this headache", she mutters as she munches down on her pancake.

"Told ya!", he mumbles under his breath and she giggles.

"So, what did I do yesterday? The last thing I remembered was when I took my 2nd shot. Then I've got a little bit tipsy", she mutters.

"Hmm... you asked me to dance with you on the dancefloor and I said yes", he says and sips on his tea. "But then, you ordered for another vodka until you already had more than 5, that's when you pulled me to the dancefloor and started dancing", he continues.

"Oh god, I was a terrible dancer, wasn't I?"

"Hmm... Well, not as good as me", he teases and she rolls her eyes. "But we, um, kind of stood there awkwardly at first"

"Oh", she mumbles as she sips on her tea.

They both finished their breakfast in silence and Florence was the one to put her dishes in the dishwasher and so did Louis.

"Oh fuck. Zayn left me 23 voicemails. I actually forgot that he'd call me every night", she cursed under her breath as she sees her phone. "Louis, could you drop me off at my house like right now, please"

"Sure, Lis", he mumbles as he takes her dress and heels from the bedroom and gave it to her. He wears a beanie on before grabbing his car keys. He can hear Florence laughing and he turns around, only to see Florence's weird outfit.

She laughs, "This is really weird. I'm wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants and paired it off with heels. Oh please, someone give me a medal"

"It does look weird", he laughs. "Okay, let's go"

She follow him, her dress neatly tucked under her arm with a phone in hand. She taps Zayn's contact to call him when she gets in Louis' car.

"Babe?", she greets on the phone. "Sorry, I didn't answer your calls. I was-uh, with a friend last night and it was on silent. I'm really sorry okay?", she continues and he sighs.

"Fine, but don't do it again, okay? I'm gonna go Skype on you in a few. I'll let you know", he says on the other line.

"Okay, bye", she says.

"Bye. I love you"

"I love you too", she responds and hangs up.

Louis shifts uncomfortably on his seat at her last words. How he actually wished those were for him. He lets out a small sigh before driving off.

[A/N: Hello cupcakes (: thank you for all the reads and stuffs. I love y'all so please keep them coming xoxo

PS/ I may start up another fic soon :) that is, if it'd get enough attention xoxo]