Moments In Time (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 2 - Louis and Harry

Louis was the first to open his eyes. In fact, to be more accurate, one of his dazzling sapphire eyes flickered open before the other. He sat up, putting his hand to his forehead, waiting for the hangover that was bound to come.

But none came.

He just sat there for a minute, in astonishment, before realizing that he did not know where he was. It was most certainly not his luxurious bed. On the contrary, he felt a mildly comfortable bed with a lack of downy feathers. He looked down at himself. He had striped pajamas and slippers on.

His mother's voice rang from downstairs. "Boobear, I made your favorite, biscuits and jam!"

He groaned. There was something very odd going on here. Did he get that drunk last night? Did he cheat on Eleanor? The thought made me him want to hide his face in shame, and he was almost afraid to look next to him. He peeked a look.

No random chick on his bed.

Well, that was good, he thought to himself. Maybe I just came home in the middle of night. He did get homesick often. But why was his mother so happy? She wouldn't be this happy with him if he came in stumbling and slurring the night before.

He climbed down the stairs. Nothing hurt. He felt light, but not in the way that made him want to vomit. Instead, there was an airy quality to his head and feet. His ears did not hurt. His body was as perfect as he remembered it years ago.

It was almost too perfect. His youngest twin sisters wrapped their little hands and legs around his feet, but Lottie stared at him in surprise. "What happened to your hair, Louis?"

Fizzy looked at him. "It's.. quite different. Did you sneak off last night to get a haircut?"

He gaped at them. "It's the same as it was yesterday!"

Fizzy shrugged. "Actually, it's not. I'm about 100% sure it changed. What do you think Mum's going to say when she sees it?" She looked at his confused face and softened. "Well, personally, I think it looks nice," she said resuming her meal.

Louis raised an eyebrow. There was something different about his sisters that evening; he peered at them as he sat down at the breakfast table. Something was odd about the picture. He snapped his fingers. "You all look younger than I saw you last time."

His two sisters stared at him indignantly while the twins just frowned. "What on Earth are you talking about now, Louis? I look exactly like I did yesterday. You on the other hand..." Lottie trailed off.

"But I haven't seen you for a month or so," he shook his head. "There's something different about everything this morning... why did Mum rearrange the house? It looks exactly like it did in 2010." He wrinkled his nose at the familiar potted petunias on the table.

Fizzy looked at Lottie, who looked at Louis in concern. "He's gone bonkers," Fizzy noted. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?" Louis stared at them in horror. "Hannah's waiting for you outside."

Louis's head went blank. Hannah? He thought. Why Hannah?

"Did I... bring her home last night?" He asked in confusion.

Lottie came over and patted Louis's head patiently. "Louis, you better lay down. Of course you brought Hannah home yesterday! You always do, remember?"

"What about Eleanor?"

Fizzy looked horrified and ran over, placing her hand over Louis's lips. "Shh! You've been seeing another girl?! Louis William Tomlinson, what on Earth is wrong with you? And to make it so official too... Hannah might hear you from outside!"

He gave an indiscreet shrug. "It's nothing she hasn't heard. El and I? We're all over the tabloids."

Just then, Fizzy decided to give his arm a tug, pinching into his bicep and dragged him upstairs to his room. She shoved him in, locked the door with a click, and he heard her footsteps stomp off noisily. "What did I say?" He yelled at the door.