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My eyes fluttered open at the noise of drawers closing and opening. The gray early morning sky light filled the room through the balcony window, so I knew it was early.

But where was I?

I moved my legs against the soft silk sheets that surrounded me, and on top a warm gray duvet surrounding me with warmth and softness. Wow I could stay in this bed forever.

My mind went back to the noise when I heard another drawer close. I looked forward and saw Louis standing shirtless in black pants, and currently putting on a black button up. My eyes widened, that waking me up a little more.

But I stayed still and admired his chest. He was fit to say the least. His hair was wet which meant he had just gotten out of the shower. Deciding to make my presence known, I yawned and slowly sat up. I then noticed I was still in the clothes I wore from the airport last night.

"Morning." He said as he tucked in his shirt.

"Morning. . .where are we?" I asked still sleeping and scratched my head.

"My house in London. Or if you want me to be more specific, my room." He said and my eyes widened.

"What! Did we? No. . .did we?" I asked beginning to panic on the inside. No I definitely would've remembered.

He grinned. "Relax, you knocked out on our way home from the airport so I just put you here. You, my friend, are one loud snorer." He said with a laugh.

I gasped embarrassed, my cheeks heating up. "What? No! I don't snore!" I whined making him chuckle more.

"Don't get me wrong, it's a turn on." He said with a wink, and I rolled my eyes throwing a pillow at him.

"Oh shut up. And I do not snore." I made clear.

He chuckled and walked into the bathroom. Well that's a relief to know we didn't do anything. Yeah I definitely would have remembered. I'm not even in love with the guy, and the only guy I've given myself to that way is Harry. I couldn't imagine giving it to someone else. . .

My eyes trailed to the spot next to me on the bed. It was messy meaning either I roll around too much, or someone slept next to me. I gulped. Louis walked back out into the room and sat at the foot of the bed putting socks and shoes on.

"Um. . .if we didn't sleep together why is that side of the bed like messy and unmade?" I asked slightly nervous for the answer.

"Well we didn't sleep together but we did just sleep. You don't remember? You. . .you asked me to stay." He said leaving an awkward silence between us.

What? I asked him to stay? But why would I do that?

"I did? Huh, I don't remember. I must've had a bad dream. . ." I trailed off, and he nodded his head.

"Does it bug you? It wasn't that big of a deal to me. I know we're not close but we're both adults, I didn't think it mattered if we shared a bed. And you asked me to stay." He said already defending himself.

"No, I know. It's not a big deal." I said calmly, trying to keep my cool that I slept with him in the same bed. Felt a little weird, we're still not that close.

But he was right, it wasn't a big deal.

"Besides, this bed is soooo comfortable. It's like sleeping on a cloud." I breathed out happily and dropped myself back on the soft pillow.

He chuckled and stood up putting a coat on.

"Well if I were you I'd get off that cloud because we have to leave for a funeral in twenty." He said.