Beach Nights- Louis Tomlinson

Decisions

Louis POV

“Hey Lou!” Harry cheers loudly, waking me up.

I have a dull pounding in my head, but, I guess since I left early with El, and didn’t drink as much as I normally would, I don’t have too bad of a hangover.

“Morning Harreh.” I say groggily, trying to wake myself up.

“More like afternoon! You’ve been sleeping like Zayn today! Get up Boo Bear!” He says loud and excitedly, making my head pound a little more strongly.

“Shut up! I’m tired, I have a hangover, let me sleep.” I try to push him away.

“No I want you to come downstairs with me.” He pouts.

“I’m not even joking, go away mate. Anyways there’s not one good reason to come downstairs with you.” I tell him wanting to go back to sleep.

“I’ll give you three: number one: its 2:30pm, number two: I could pour cold water on your head, and number three: I’m making pancakes.” He states, counting the reasons off on his fingers.

“Mmm food, that sounds good.” I agree.

“Then come on!” He urges me happily.

“Okay, okay I’m coming!”

I rise from my bed slowly not wanting to leave the comfort and warmth of my bed. Now that I think about it, didn’t I fall asleep on the couch last night?

Maybe one of the boys brought me upstairs when I was half un-conscious.

“Harry did you bring me up here last night?” I question.

“Yeah, I wasn’t going to but when Liam dropped me off he saw you laying on the couch all uncomfortable, and he made me bring you up here. But I must say. you didn’t seem to want to move so it couldn’t have been that uncomfortable.” He explains.

“Oh okay, well go and make me pancakes I’ll be down in a couple of minutes.” I tell him.

“Okay!” he agrees, practically skipping out of my room.

I don’t understand how he can have so much energy, he probably had a lot more to drink than me last night, and he’s acting like a seven year old on Christmas. I hate people who don’t get hangovers it’s just not fair to the rest of us.

Knowing that I have Advil in my connecting washroom, I head in that direction wanting to get rid of all traces of my headache.

After swallowing two liquid-gels, I pull on a striped shirt to cover my currently exposed upper body.

I can smell the distinct smell of chocolate chip pancakes wafting to me from the kitchen, making me hungrier at just the thought of them.

Using my hands, I try to flatten down some of my hair but, it doesn’t seem to work very well, and, I figure it’s just me and Harry so I don’t really need to worry about how I look.

“Lou! If you don’t hurry up I’ll invite Niall over and you won’t have any pancakes to eat!” Harry calls up the stairs to me

“Coming!” I call back.

I pick up my iPhone and check for messages. I have two, one from Liam and the other from Niall; I guess Zayn is still sleeping.

 I look at each message; the first one is from Liam:

I didn’t tell the other boys that you ended up leaving with Eleanor. What happened with you guys?

I quickly reply telling him thanks and that the paps found us so we ended up going back to our respective flats early. After I send it, I look at my other text message from Niall: