Mackenna's POV
-The Next Morning-
I woke up in a strange bed. Wait- where am I? I try to get up, but an arm tightens around me. Who's arm is that? Why do I have no memory of what happened last night? I crane my neck to look at the owner of the arm. I see tousled brown hair, and perfect cheekbones. Oh! It's Louis. All of the memories come flooding back into my head. That's why I couldn't remember anything, I didn't want to. I slept with him last night, well not slept, but cuddled and- oh you know what I mean! I try to get up he tightens his grip even more, squishing me in the process. Curse him and his huge biceps!
"Maaaaaaaccccccccc" Louis whined tiredly
"Louuuuuuuu" I imitated.
"Stay, you're keeping me warm" He says burying his head in my hair.
"Lou I have to, it's like noon and I have to" I hesitate "I have to break up with Brian" I said, trying to sound strong, but miserably failing. I was fighting back the tears that decided to have a party in my eyes.
"Mac" Louis said noticing the obvious tears in my eyes "I love you" he states "The boys love you, you can go break up with the cheating bastard, then you can pick whoever you want to comfort you. It'll be like a vending machine, but you can exchange!" He exclaimed.
I laughed through my tears. "Thanks Lou Bear" I whispered.
"Anytime Little, now go get your phone and I'll wake the other boys and meet you in the living room" Louis stated, getting up from the bed and walking towards the door.
"Wait Lou?" I called.
"Yeah" he replied.
"Did you call me Little?" I smirked.
He blushed "I- uh I just- I"
"I like it, it's.... cute" I decide. Louis sighs of relief, winks and walks away.
I get up after him, but I start shivering so I steal one of his jumpers off the floor. He won't care, and if he did... well he won't. I walk to my room and pull the phone off the charger. While I was towards the living room, I turn it on to see if I have any messages. I don't. What did I expect? Brian never EVER texted me first. Why did I love him? Why do I love him? I arrived in the living room, but I was too nervous to sit. I clicked on his contact, but something in me couldn't press call. I just stared at his contact ID of us kissing. Was that fake for him? I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I have to stay strong. I gained the courage and pressed call. He picked up on the second ring.
"Hey Babe" he said
"Don't call me babe" I snapped.
"What's wrong Mac" He asked.
"Tell me you don't know Brian. Try." I said adrenaline taking over my body.
"I really don't know Mac" Brian said sounding annoyed.
"Don't you dare get annoyed with me" I snapped.
"I wouldn't get annoyed, if you would tell me what the fuck was up!"
"What's wrong Bry? What's wrong is you making out with some random slut at a party!" I yelled.
"I- I d-don't know w-what you're t-talking about" He stuttered.
"You don't know what I'm talking about?!" I laughed coldly. "Well you looked pretty damn sure of what I am talking about in the picture Chey sent me. Yeah. Plot twist! I have a picture of it." I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"You dont have to yell" he whispered.
"I don't need to yell" I whispered back "Is that really all you have to say about this?" I felt like crying for the rest of my life.
