SPACES [Editing]

Of Hangovers and Wedding Rings

Louis Tomlinson

I woke up naked with a pounding head in a large, unfamiliar room. I didn't know what I wanted to do first: to shut the curtains because the sunlight was blinding me, or to run to the bathroom and throw up. The sun can wait, so I decided to do the latter.

After getting out from the bathroom, my phone rang. I rummaged through the entire room to find it, only to spot it buried in the pillows.

"Hello?"

"Thank goodness you're still there. I thought you already ran off with your husband." Liam said.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" I asked him. Husband?!

"You know what? Just come down here. Is he there?"

"Who?! What?!" I asked as I grabbed my clothes from last night. They were all on the floor, and I don't even remember getting out of them.

In fact, I don't remember anything that happened last night.

"Room 19-G." Liam said before hanging up. I looked around the room for the key card and found it on top of the center table and hurried to his room which happens to be two floors up from mine.

As soon as I rang the doorbell, Liam opened the door and let me in. He was wearing a bath robe and his hair was messy, and I think we all know why.

"First things first, please tell me you're paying for this hotel." I told him. It was a huge ass hotel, one of the most expensive ones in Vegas.

Their room was definitely smaller than mine, but it was still huge and the view was astounding.

"No, I won't be paying for this hotel." He told me.

"What?! You brought me here and got me my own room so you can have your own with your boyfriend and now you're telling me that you won't be paying? How am I supposed to pay for that room, then?" I told him. I know he did the dirty with Zayn last night. Their clothes were all over the floor and Zayn just got out of the bathroom with the lower half of his body covered by a towel.

"Woah, calm down Lou, I won't be paying because both rooms were already paid for. Three nights, Lou. We have the rooms for three nights!" He answered enthusiastically.

"How did that happen?"

"All thanks to your husband." He said while holding my left hand up.

What? I was wearing a ring on my ring finger?! How can I not notice that?

What the fuck is happening?!

"You've got to be kidding me. Okay, first of all, I'm not gay. You are gay. Secondly, I don't remember getting married, ever. If anything, I was rejected before I even proposed to her, so that doesn't count, technically." I explained. There was NO WAY I got married.

"Lou, you were practically begging for the lad to marry you last night. And in case you don't remember, you forced him into it."

"Of course I don't remember! I was drunk!" I buried myself in the bed's comforter.

I haven't been pranked at this level before, but I don't think it would be crazy for me to check around for hidden cameras. Someone has to be pulling a joke on me, and right now I'd rather be gullible than married.

"Well, he was also wasted. In fact, you were the one who got him drunk in the first place." Zayn explained. Although I was covered with pillows, I could still hear him.