Over Again

Hookup.

The boys decided to go out after filming, but I just couldn't face it. I was exhausted mentally and emotionally.

Paul drove me back to our hotel and I flopped down on the sofa, my feet dangling over the edge. I sat up and could see the bed through the alcove that divided the two rooms. I glanced at the front door and chewed my lip before I got up and crept over.

Hopefully Louis wouldn't mind if I just lay down for a few minutes.

I crawled into Louis' side of the bed and wrapped myself up in the duvet. It smelled faintly of him and it made my heart both beat harder and crack at the same time.

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I tried to roll over in bed but was weighed down by something heavy. My eyes opened and I saw Louis' head of messy hair laying on my chest. I smiled and twisted a small piece of it round my fingers remembering the night before.

"Shit." I sat up and looked out over the room and saw the outline of Louis trip over something. He giggled before saying "ssssshhhhhh" loudly and stumbling into the bedroom.

He walked over to where I was sitting and hovered over me.

"You're *hic* in my bed." I could smell the alcohol on him and I shuffled out of the covers and stood up.

"Yeah I'm sorry, I er....the couch is pretty uncomfortable." I tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm, holding me back.

"So stay." I turned around to face him, seeing the dim outline of his features and the glint in his eyes. I wanted to stay but I knew in the morning, when he'd sobered up, he'd probably hate me more.

He crawled into the bed pulling me with him and laying me down, while he adjusted himself to sit on top of me. "Louis..."

"Ssshhh." Gently, he placed a finger over my lips and tried to yank my t-shirt off. I grinned up at him and tugged at the hem of my shirt, helping him. He moved lower and pressed small kisses on my stomach and I could feel him smiling against my skin, pleased with the effect he always knew he had on me. I ran my hands through his already messed up hair, while he raised his head to admire the love bites he'd left behind. At that moment he started to unbuckle my belt but I rested my hands on top of his.

"Louis...I"

"Sssh for god sake Harry." He batted my hands away and removed my belt, trying to pull my trousers off. I pushed my bum and feet into the bed, raising my legs up, so that he could wiggle them down the middle bit with no trouble. He looked so beautiful, sucking on his bottom lip as he gazed down at me, his hair falling scruffily around his face.

I raised my hands to gently pull his t-shirt off, and the white one underneath. His breath hitched and he smirked at me. "You're so perfect all the time."

Louis moved on top of me and I could tell he was awake. I untwisted his hair from my fingers and he slowly sat up, holding his head in his hand. He turned around to face me but I could not read his expression. My heart was racing wildly in my chest. One moment he was telling me we were over and the next he was telling me I was perfect, I couldn't face the torrent of abuse that was inevitably going to fall from his beautiful lips.

However, he didn't say anything, but instead scooted out of the bed and walked into the bathroom leaving me alone. Sighing, I got up myself and picked up my clothes from yesterday before going into the living room and putting on some pyjama bottoms.

I picked my phone up from the coffee table and went back through all the pictures I had of us together, for the millionth time. In each one we looked so happy and I wanted to kick myself for not appreciating it more.

Lost in my own world, I didn't notice Louis come up behind me. "Bathroom's free." My head shot up from my phone and I clicked the lock button before he could see anything. He stayed stood behind me shifting his weight awkwardly.

"Hey um...you know I was pretty drunk right, and you...well you weren't... and"

"Are you saying you didn't enjoy last night?"

"I'm saying I didn't ask for it."

"You didn't stop it."

"I...I...well I was drunk."

"Admit that you wanted it."

"No." He walked off and my heart split into another thousand pieces.