CHAPTER TWO
Louis slowly drifted from sleep to semi-consciousness the next morning. He lay still, not opening his eyes, or shifting a muscle, unable to muster even the slightest inclination to move. His head was throbbing and he felt clammy. His mouth was dry and furry and he badly needed to throw up. He groaned in pain and felt movement beside him. Oh God, he thought in a daze, I didn’t bring home some random did I?
Luckily, the lump beside him swore and he realised it was Niall sharing his bed. “Fuck me I feel shite” he moaned. “You awake Tommo?”
Louis merely grunted in reply and cracked one eye open, still not moving due to the throbbing in his head and the heaviness of his limbs.
His eye focused on Niall and he would’ve laughed if he could do it without causing his head to pound in protest.
Niall was lying beside him, looking how Louis felt. He had lipstick stains up one side of his face and his hair was sticking up every which way.
“What the fuck happened last night?” Niall asked “I feel like an animal shat in my mouth and I’ve been punched in the face over and over.”
“I think” Louis replied slowly, “that we had ourselves an epic night Niall” and he let out a small chuckle, followed by a gasp of pain when his head throbbed in protest.
Niall cackled softly “I think you’re right Tommo, Fuck, I haven’t been this hungover in ages. I also don’t remember a great deal of last night, so it must have been huge!”
“Me either, although I do remember you being told to get down off a table at one point?”
Niall laughed “Oh yeah! That was the craic! I also remember you getting’ hot and heavy with our bartender! Good for you Tommo!”
Louis was quiet as the memories of last night came rushing back. Then he said sadly “Yeah, good for me.”
Niall sat up beside him and fixed him with a confused look. “What’s that about Lou? I thought you were into him. Did you not enjoy it? I thought a hot wild hook up was exactly what you needed?”
Louis rolled onto his back and let out a big sigh. “It was hot and wild alright Niall, it’s just that I felt something, like, it’s hard to explain, but, like, a connection or something. Like I’ve known him my whole life and it was so amazing. Or at least it was till he made it clear he was just in it for the fun. I should’ve known better, but shit, he was so mesmerising, you know? I felt things I haven’t in a while.” He rubbed his hands over his face “Oh bloody hell, what’s wrong with me?”
Niall reached over and pat Louis softly on the cheek. “You were just havin’ a rough night mate and you were very vulnerable. It makes sense that some flattering attention from a hot guy made you feel something good after bein’ rejected. Just try to see it for the hook up it was OK? It’ll work out, you’ll see. You’ll meet some gorgeous guy, who’s mad for you and wants to get married and have your babies.”
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Mr Bartender
FanfictionAfter his third break up in a year, Louis is wallowing. It wasn't that it was even a great relationship - he just doesn't understand why guys won't commit. Is he that unlovable? His friends decide enough is enough and the cure for all his sadness is...