Louis (Shocker ehh? 😆)Light is shinning in my room and to my face, making me wake up. Lazily I try to pull my hand up, only for it to be held down by heavy weight. That's weird I don't remember bringing anyone to my room last night to shag. Really all I can remember from last night was when I was at footie practice.
Finally getting my hand free I use it to rub my eyes, and notice I'm not even in my bed. What the fuçk? I look to see the arm that is spooning me and turn to face the man. As soon as I figure out it Harry I struggle to get out of his arms. As I do so I yell "WHAT THE HELL STYLES?!?" I finally free myself from his arms and fall off of the bed, hitting my head on the side of his nightstand.
"Ow. Fuçk" I whimper in pain
"Louis!!! Oh god are you okay? Did you hit your head???" Harry asks frantically as he jumps out of bed and on the ground trying to help me up.
" Get off me!" I push him.
"Louis I'm trying to help, your head, you have a concussion!" He says softly and slightly stutters.
"What are you even talking about?! What happened last night? And why the hell was I in your bed?!?" I asked confusedly.
"You don't remember?"
"No shit, if I did I wouldn't be asking would I?" I say with an attitude. I don't know why but he looks kind of hurt that I said that, I mean he was just helping me.
I let him pull me to the bed we were sleeping in minutes ago and lay me down. Harry left for a few minutes while he got an ice pack for my head for my apparent concussion I have.
When he returned he gently put the pack on my head, relaxing me, slightly taking the pain away.
"Can you tell me what all happened last night?" I say some what nicer.
"Okay" he said sitting down next to me on the bed.
"Well I was just in my room studying and your two football mates came in and were carrying you and put you on your bed" he took a breathe and continued
"When I asked what happened they said you were trying out to be goalie. They said you went to catch a ball and hit your head on the post really hard and passed out. The nurse gave you some pain killers and said you can't play for a couple of weeks." he finally finishes.
I just sit there taking in all the information. I'm more concerned about not playing football then my concussion. He totally dodged the part where I woke up cuddling him.
"Okay, and you some how missed the part where I was in your bed. Care to explain that?" I push on him
He moves his head from looking at me to looking at his fingers. He has a small smile, enough to show his dimples and lightly chuckles.
"Hello, Harry?!?!" I say while kick him.
"Oh yeah, right, erm well the medication that the nurse gave you seems to of made you a little loopy" I'm still confused .
"You woke up in the middle of the night crying because of your head. So I gave you your pills and put you back I bed. Not even a half an hour later your poking me. I tried to get you back in bed but you kept whining-"
"What was I saying?" I butt in.
"I was getting there anyways, you were whining about sleeping with me in my bed. When I said no you, said things like, 'I know you want me hazz' and you wouldn't stop so I just let you."
I remain quiet, shocked, I can't believe the way I acted.
"Oh" is all I can mutter out.
Awkward silence was between us until my stomach grumbled.
"Want something to eat?" He looks at me. I just nod. He comes back with some soup, and makes me comfortable in his bed.
"You'll be laid up for a while so get used to it." he said
The rest of the day consisted of Harry and I playing video games, laughing, just having a good time like regular mates would have. He's acting so sweet and compassionate towards me. I get this feeling boiling up inside me everything we look each other in the eyes. At this point I'm not even worrying about my team, they can manage without me for a few weeks. I think I can enjoy and get used to this, just me and him for the next few weeks!
Something is wrong, this is a problem, I really shouldn't be feeling this way, he my enemy. But know that I realize it. I think of Harry everyday. I think I may be falling for the cheeky, innocent Harry Styles.
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Roommates (Larry Stylinson)
FanfictionThey were roommates. Roommates that hated each other. That's how their story started. More description inside!