Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

F o r t y - f o u r

"Ah, fuck." Louis squints his eyes as the bright sunlight flashes through the creaks of the blinds. He tries covering his eyes so he could sleep again—but then of course, it isn't really effective. He groans and stands up to tug the string of the blinds, closing it and slumps back to bed. He sighs happily.

He continues to close his eyes, preparing to get another hour of sleep.

"Fuck my head hurts." Someone groans beside him. Louis instantly snaps his eyes open and grips the white bed sheeting below him. He sits up and looks at his side and sees a woman, her brunette with blonde highlighted hair covering her whole face. "W-wait—what the fuck?"

She slowly opens her eyes and puts her hair away from her face. She looks at Louis with a tired and bored expression. "What?"

"I don't remember anything from last night—did we—did we do IT?" Louis asks her, his head hurting even more as he speaks. Danielle puts her hand to her chin and tilts her head.

"Hmm—let me think—We're in the same bed. We both have sex hair. We're naked under the sheets. I think that explains everything, don't you think?" She simply answers as she stands up, her bare butt exposed to Louis's sight as she makes her way over to where her clothes are. She turns around, "aren't you gonna like—put some clothes on? Or—" Louis reddens, "oh right, sorry. Forgot this was your house."

Louis cautiously stands up, making sure his thing doesn't really get exposed, grabbing the suit he was wearing last night to put it on. Suddenly, Danielle chuckles. Louis turns to look at her. "Whot?"

"Are you seriously gonna put on your suit from last night?"

"Uh—yeah? I have nothing to wear." Louis puts on the blouse and starts buttoning it up as she stares. The two are seemingly comfortable already—since they basically probably saw each other's everything last night.

"Come on, Louis. You're gonna look like my butler." She chuckles, opening up a drawer full of clothing. She tosses Louis a shirt and some basketball pants. Louis catches it and looks at it confusingly. "How'd you have these?" He gestures to the clothes, pulling off the blouse and putting on the shirt instead.

"Oh, those are my boyfriend's." Louis stops putting on the basketball shorts and blinks up at her in shock. "You have a boyfriend? Danielle—I fucked you?"

Danielle rolls her eyes, "He's my ex, dumbass."

"Oh—alright, for a second I thought—"

"Yeah, yeah—I get it. Oh, you can go commando. He didn't leave any clean boxers. The bastard left all his stained briefs with me." She sighs, standing up to get the laundry basket. "Motherfucker, I'm gonna have to let Seb clean this—I'm gonna have to give it back to him somehow." She goes back in with an empty laundry basket.

Louis finally finishes dressing himself and sits back down on the wrinkly bed. Danielle opens up the drawer again and digs into the very back to reveal 5 pairs of dirty briefs in her hand. She grimaces and looks at Louis. "You know, what's fucking disgusting is that he puts it all into the end of the drawer. Fuck."

"Fucking hell." Louis observes the musty looking things. "Why don't you just throw all his shit? He didn't even bother getting it back from you so why would you even bother giving it back?" Danielle huffs, "I don't really know—"

Five minutes later, they stand in front of her enormous backyard, all of her ex boyfriend's belongings thrown into a dumpster. Louis throws in a couple of shirts. "Is that the last one?"

Danielle checks the box, nodding. "Yeah, pretty much." Louis dusts his shorts and glances around. "Huge place you got here."

She sniffs, scratching her arm as the cold breeze makes her shiver from time to time. "Yeah, I usually stay in LA but then I mostly work here in London now—so I bought a flat just last month. Here it is."