Love Is In The Air

Chapter Five

HI! :D Amelia and I have been quite efficiently lately! c: Anyway, here's chapter five. I hope things aren't going too fast for your liking! o; only 3619 words...

CHAPTER FIVE

Louis woke up the next morning, tucked comfortably under warm, fluffy sheets. For a moment he thought he was in his own bed until he rolled over and realized that the bed was too soft to be his, and his sheets weren't navy blue. And wait, he was totally smashed last night, so how could he have gotten home on his own?!

His head was killing him then, and he clutched a hand to it. Then he realized that there was a damp towel by his side. Who put it on him? Where was he? Who brought him to wherever he was? Louis struggled to think of all that, and then he was distracted by the smell of bacon and eggs and coffee.

He began panicking. What if he got kidnapped by some crazy lunatic who enjoyed tormenting his victims with the smell of good food but actually never planned on feeding them?

Louis freaked out, and he began trying to think of a plan to escape, but his head was just pounding way too badly for that. So instead, he clambered out of bed slowly, not wanting to make movements that were too big for fear that he'd make his headache worse.

When he finally got to the door, he opened it slightly and peeked out, hoping to catch a glimpse of the person. The smell of bacon and eggs entered the room immediately, and Louis actually considered just surrendering to his captor and just running to the kitchen to eat some of that delicious smelling food.

Louis stood by the door, debating whether or not to leave the room. And just as he was having trouble deciding, his stomach growled. That was it, his decision was made.

With some newfound courage, he pushed the door open wider and walked out like a boss, trying to make all his fear and doubt disappear magically. And when he finally arrived at the door of the kitchen, he peeked into it, and his whole being froze. There the guy was, standing in front of the stove, whistling to himself while cooking.

Curly hair, long torso, skinny legs.

Harry Styles.

"Harry?! What the fuck am I doing in your house? And- Oh- no oh my god, what happened last night?!" Louis cried, panicking because he just woke up in Harry Styles' house, and not to mention his bed.

Harry jumped and yelped before turning off the stove and facing Louis. "Well, good morning to you too Lou," Harry teased playfully before continuing in a more serious tone to answer Louis' question. "You were drunk off your ass last night, I didn't know where you lived, so I brought you here," Harry shrugged it off like it was no big deal.

"I was not drunk!" Louis argued back defensively, putting on his best offended look. Harry raised his eyebrow. "Really, you weren't drunk? You were yelling out the lyrics of Payphone all because you saw one, mate," Harry responded quietly. Louis' eyes widened and a blush crept its way up onto his cheeks.

"Fine, okay, I was drunk. But uh, anyway, where, um... How do I say this? Where did you-"

"I slept on the couch, relax man, I didn't rape you or anything," Harry replied simply, his mind flickering back to when he planted that kiss on Louis' cheek. But how could Louis have thought that he might have taken advantage of him? Did he honestly think that Harry was such a person?

Then Louis let out a huge sigh of relief, knowing that nothing had happened between them. But then again, what was he expecting might have happened? Louis excused himself to the bathroom, and when he came back out, a plate was laid at an empty seat. There were two sunny-side-up eggs as the eyes of a smiley face and bacon streaks as the mouth. Next to the plate was a cup of coffee. Louis hated coffee.