Illusion

Chapter 9: Perfect Songs, War Wounds And Scars

Louis' eyes flew open in a panic as his brain registered he was struggling to breathe. He felt overheated and slightly claustrophobic and it only made his breathing situation worse.

In his sleep addled state he wasn't sure where he was or how he'd gotten there but it soon came rushing back to him when he realised why he wasn't able to breathe.

Brown unruly curls tickled the underneath of his chin and Harry's warm breath danced across his collar bone. Harry had somehow managed to wriggle his way on top of Louis while he slept, his dead weight baring down on him.

Louis calmed now that his brain had caught up to what was going on, registering he was safe in Harry's bed. As the throught crossed Louis' mind a fresh wave of panic set in. He was in Harry's bed. Louis Tomlinson was in Harry Styles' bed with the one and only sprawled out naked on top of him.

This had been all fun and games last night when they'd both been horny and drunk. But now that it was the morning and they'd both sobered up a bit would Harry still feel the same way?

Louis had to get out from under this beautiful sleeping boy and gather his thoughts. More panicked questions started to flood his mind. Where were his clothes? What time was it? Where was his phone? Where was Lottie!? Oh god he'd forgotten about Lottie.

He'd been so intent on getting Harry out of the club and naked he hadn't even given Lottie a second thought. He felt horrible and he sighed heavily throwing his head to the side and his arm over his eyes with Harry still sleeping peacefully on top of him.

After a few moments of deliberating the best way get out of bed without waking Harry he decided that the only way was to just wiggle out from under him and hope he was in a deep enough sleep not to notice.

Slowly Louis moved his leg out from under the one Harry had draped over him. Harry didn't so much as twitch so he quickly continued, careful not to make any sudden movements. Louis felt silly sneaking about like he'd be caught by his mum at any moment, but he needed time to process his thoughts and check to see how much damage control Harry would need to do today before he faced him.

After a few more silent minutes of struggling, Louis had managed to ungracefully wiggle his way out from underneath Harry onto a heap on the floor beside the bed. He tried to stifle off the laughter he felt bubbling inside of him at the ridiculousness of the situation and sat up trying to orient himself with his surroundings.

Louis knew that they were at the Sofitel, in Harry's suite but on which floor that was located and what number suite he was in he had no idea. He also vaguely remembered Harry asking his driver to book three more suites in his name for the rest of their ever expanding group and he idly wondered if they'd taken him up on the offer.

Louis' eyes raked over the room before him. It was truly a beautiful suite. The bedroom they were in was decorated in muted creams, browns and grays. It was modern and elegant yet understated and didnt scream over the top luxury. The three windows on the other side of the massive king bed opened out onto a spectacular view of the city and the warm sun was streaming in through them heating Louis' skin.

Louis could see a door slightly behind him that was closed and another to the left of that which led out to another part of the suite. Louis assumed the closed door led to a bathroom and in that moment he decided his first order of business would be to shower.

He was covered in sweat, come, tequila and a host of other suspicious fluids. As much as he wanted a shower to calm his growing nerves and relax his sore muscles he was also hesitant. He almost didn't want to wash away the events of the night before. It had been the best night of his entire life and he wondered if it was all about to come to a resounding end.