SPACES [Editing]

Wedding Night

Song of the chapter:
- Everyone Is Gay by A Great Big World

Louis Tomlinson

It's been four hours since I woke up and he still wasn't back. Whoever this Harry Styles guy was, he has to show up as soon as possible.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. I was chanting in my head. There's no way I could possibly come home married.

Okay scratch that, I can't even come home home, but I don't even wanna think about that now.

This is probably the worst kind of of one night stand. I woke up finding out that I was married to a stranger, who is, by the way, a man like me.

Okay, I know he's not straight, but you get what I mean.

I left Liam and Zayn in their room because I felt the sexual tension in there. Watching a gay couple have sex is probably the last thing in my want list right now, especially now that I probably have been through the same thing last night. In fact, it's not even on my list.

I hate the fact that this is how I get distracted from Hannah. Sure I wanted to forget, but not like this. Not by getting married.

I decided to call up the front desk to find out details about the guy. Okay, you might be thinking, Why doesn't he call him by his name?

Here's the thing: calling someone by the first name would mean one thing-- attachment. That is, if we weren't already attached and apparently we are, just not emotionally. But as soon as he gets back here, I'll be more than ready to break that attachment. So it's good to not acknowledge it as early as now.

"Hello, I need contact details for Mr. Harry Styles?" I asked the woman who answered the phone.

"I'm sorry, but we aren't allowed to disclose information about our guests, especially VIPs." She said.

"Well, if you didn't already know, I am a guest. Now the man I was asking about, we just got married last night and I lost my phone and he just went out to buy something and I miss him terribly already, since, you know, we're newlyweds, so could you please do me a favor and give me his number so I could contact him?" I kindly asked while showing her my key card. It sucked having to repeat the fact that we were married but I had to do it for emphasis. I needed that information.

She typed in a couple of things on the computer, looked at me and then back to the screen, like she was trying to assess the situation. I thought she was going to reject my request but thank god she didn't.

"Okay Sir, please wait a moment. Here's the number..." She dictated.

"Thank you. And please call me right away if he decides to call or if he comes in." I said.

"Noted. Oh and Sir, congratulations on your wedding." She said and I left immediately.

Which... okay. I didn't even know how to react so I just walked away.

I called Liam but he wasn't picking up. I needed some kind of back up, and a law school dropout is the person I needed--he's probably the best option I have right now.

I took a hot bath. I felt disgusted with myself. Last night I got drunk, married a stranger and had probably sex with him. It was like the universe's way of telling me "Hey, if you think catching your girlfriend having sex with another man was bad, here's another ton of bullshit you can deal with so you may realize how miserable your life is."