I woke up to realise I was still laying on Louis' chest, his arm draped lazily around the small of my back.
Without waking him, I managed to slip out of his grip and made my way to the kitchen as I was hungry after not eating dinner last night. I thought no one else was awake but, boy oh boy, I was wrong.
I groaned as I saw him sitting on the kitchen counter eating cheerios. His face lit up as he saw me but it soon fell as he saw my facial expressions.
Ässhole.
"Please let me explain" He pleaded with me once again, but as soon as I saw his eyes I gave in. Just like old times. Oh god.
"You have one chance, if you fûck up again, you'll be waving goodbye to me. For good".
"I promise, I will never give up on you again".
"And as will I" I smiled and we hugged for the first time in many, many years.
"You sure we won't get in shit for this?" I asked, panicked, grasping the water-filled cup with everything I had left in me.
He shrugged "Who cares".
"Okay, but if this backfires I'm blamin' you".
"Whatever, on the count of three" He paused, contemplating wether this really was a bad idea. I guess he didn't really care as he whispered "Three..."
"Two.."
"One.."
Taking one last shaky breath, I chucked the ice cold water over Zayn and he gasped falling off the sofa.
"The fück" He felt his now wet hair and groaned in frustration. I assume he was still sleepy as he stumbled to get off the sofa.
Me and Ashton laughed at the scene in front of us, but our party was cut short when I saw a very angry looking Zayn standing inches in front of me.
In pure fear, I took tiny steps backwards until my back hit a wall..
"Young lady, you are in some serious shit" He whispered ,below my right ear, sending chills all down my spine.
And then I bolted, as fast as my little legs could take me. I headed straight for the stairs, dodging random people who were groggily getting up. I sprinted into the closest bedroom only to realise the door has no locks.
Really having no choice at all, I hid in the en-suite praying he wouldn't think of me being being here. But just to my luck, the bedroom door opened and I mentally slapped myself for not choosing a bedroom further away.
The footsteps got louder until the bathroom door swung open and he muttered "found her"
Screaming, but somehow finding this slightly amusing, he came and chucked me over running out of the room with me hanging off him like a dead weight.
I pounded my fists against his back muttering "Zayn" every 10 seconds. But still he wasn't showing any intention of putting me down soon. No, he stayed persistent letting every single blood cell in my body rush to my head.
Once he did finally have the courtesy to put me down, he threw me over his shoulder making me land on my bum with a thump.
I pouted and rubbed my now sore äss, sighing as I realised there was no space on the sofa for me.
"Come here" Louis smiled patting the space on his lap. And for the second time these past few days, I felt all warm inside. (Ew). I hadn't even realised he was up yet and although he still had no shirt on, he had the decency to put on some jogging bottoms
I left the cold, hard floor and made my way onto Louis' warm lap. I nuzzled my head into his chest and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
We stayed like this for a few minutes until liam came running down the stairs looking flushed.
"Guys," he paused and ran his fingers through his wet hair "Simon just rung me..There's been a change in the flights, we leave this afternoon."
Everyone, excluding me, shot up from their lazy bed positions and ran off frantically. I didn't bother as I haven't even unpacked my things yet – so I literally can just walk out the door.
As Harry was the only one in sight I asked him to show me where Niall put my stuff and he gladly accepted, leading me up the stairs.
"Niall put your stuff in his room while you were sleeping" Harry explained "Everything you came with is over there – shout if you need any help moving it".
I nodded and he shot off out of the room, obviously needing to pack as well. I spotted my things in the corner and neatly pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a plain grey top. I took a shower and changed into the clean clothes, throwing on a sweater over the top. I applied my usual makeup and brushed through my tangled hair resulting in me tying it up because it looks a little greasy. Oops.
I then followed the smell of pancakes downstairs and into the kitchen where Liam was leaning over the oven.
"Yo leeyum" I giggled and pushed myself up onto the counter.
"Hey mads, what's hanging" He was too busy mixing the pancake mixture to turn around.
"That light"
"Wow, you're sense of humour is almost as dry as zayns".
I replied with 'lol' and stole a pancake he had just finished making. He slapped my hand lightly, resulting in a full-blown playfight. He started tickling me, resulting in me lowering to the floor whilst he straddled on top of me.
The heat of the moment was overwhelming, so much so I didn't realise there was someone watching at the door; "well, this isn't awkward at all".
