Maybe I Even Love You - Larry Stylingson

Chapter 17 - Owch, my head.

*Louis' POV*

I slowly start to become more aware of my surrounding, and realise that I'm trapped under a heavy weight that goes across my side. I open my eyes slowly and remember that I'm in a hotel room. And the weight on my side is Harry. Harry's spooning me.

I look around the room and see that the curtains and blinds are closed, blocking most of the light from coming through the large windows.

As my body manages to wake up fully, I try to think back to last night, but can't remember much, I remember beer but that's about it.

Shit. What did I do??

Then it hits me. The piercing headache that makes me feel like throwing up. And then the urge to throw up.

I try to wriggle out of underneath Harry's arm, and just make it out in time to rush to the bathroom and throw up into the toilet.

It looked horrible, I guess I didn't eat much last night, but must've drank plenty. I flushed the toilet and made my way to the sink, washing out my mouth and brushing my teeth, getting rid of the horrible taste in my mouth. I spray some air freshener so it doesn't stink of vomit and go back into the bedroom to see Harry sat up, half awake rubbing at his eyes.

The headache is just too much for be to bear, so I flop myself onto the bed, lunging at Harry, tackling him down into a laying position and holding onto him tightly, giving him a good hug. He stays still, shocked for the first few moments, then seems to realise it's me, and he relaxes into my hold, turning to face me, and stroking one arm up and down my back whilst I bury my head into his neck.

"Hi there, Lou." He finally speaks up. I just kind of grunt in response, the headache so bad I don't even want to talk. Harry just chuckles, obviously knowing I'd be hungover, I can't remember how many beers I drink but it must've been a lot. I've had like, ten before and it wasn't this bad.

"Let's get you some painkillers, shall we?" He says softly, and I nod my head slowly. Thank god I'm sharing a room with Harry or I'd have to go and get them myself.

Harry takes his arm from around me and backs away from the embrace, and I sink further into the mattress, hoping it would absorb me inside of it. I turn my head to the left to look at Harry. He's gotten up from the bed and slipped on his slippers, and grabbing the keys for the bedroom door.

He unlocks it, and leaves, but not before saying a whispered, "I'll be right back."

It's once Harry's gone that I close my eyes and focus on all of the noises around me. There's birds, insects, and the distant sound of the waves patting the shoreline outside, and downstairs I can hear the telly on low, I guess so it didn't wake me and Harry up, how nice, and two people talking. I can't make out who it is or what they're saying over the sound of the telly though. Oh well.

I reopen my eyes, looking at the room properly for the first time. I actually have enough time to study it and I'm not drunk as fuck.

There's a dresser next to the door, where Harry put all of his clothes. Then there's the bed with a bedside table on each side, each with a small lamp resting on top, and a few personal belongings inside. To my right is the bathroom door, and another dresser where all of my clothes are. The room has five walls, the front right corner is flattened, where the big floor to ceiling windows are, allowing for lots of light to come through if we opened the curtains and blinds. The sun sets on that side so it's fairly cool in here during the morning and you can watch the sun set at night.

As I'm looking at the various paintings of beaches and other landscapes, there is a light knock on the door, followed by the knob twisting and a face peeking through the door. Blonde hair? What? I blink a couple times to focus my eyes and see that it's not Harry, but Niall.

"Hey Louis, you alright?" I shake my head, still not really wanting to talk, that'd make everything worse, surely.

"Jesus, how much did you drink last night?" He asks with a chuckle, entering the room, turns out he is useful, he brought a tray with tea and painkillers on it. But where's Harry?

He closes the door behind him and sets the tray down onto the bed, gesturing for me to take the tea and the pills.

I take a couple of the painkillers to help get rid of this horrible headache, and grab the tea, taking small sips. I give Niall a questioning look as if asking 'Why are you here?' and I think he understood, that's the perks of being best mates, you can all understand each other without talking. I can do it with the other four as well, but best with Niall and Harry.

"Well, first off, I came to see how you were, we kept your bottles separate last night and we counted that all together, me Liam and Zayn drank eight, three each apart from Zayn, who only had two, whereas you, on your own, had sixteen."

My eyes widen in surprise at the number. No wonder my headache was so bad.

"And secondly, I have suspicions about a certain couple of people." Oh no... what did I do last night? "Liam and Zayn." Oh shit, yes. "They seem to be really close recently. I mean, they could just be best friends, but I'm not sure. I sense something more going on there."

I raise my eyebrows in actual surprise because I didn't see that at all. I guess I was too focused on Harry to notice Liam and Zayn getting closer.

"And, don't get me wrong, being single is awesome, no commitment and gifts and remembering shit and all that, but when there's two couples within the band? That's just  torture!" My eyes go wider than they've ever been before and I don't blink for a long second, and I think Niall notices, "Oh, shit, you don't remember last night, do you?" I shake my head gently and worriedly, scared of what I might have done, "Well, Harry was taking you to bed and picked you up to bring you up the stairs, and you kissed him and said I love you. He said 'I'll explain later' and he did. He told me the whole story between you two, and a bit more than you probably don't know about."

"Well... shit." I manage to say, my headache had died down by now and it was only small, but my voice was croaky from probably shouting last night and not using it yet this morning. "That was stupid of me. Anyway, where's Harry?"

As if on cue, the door knob starts turning, but the door doesn't open.

"Harry?" Asks Niall.

"Niall? What're you doing in there?"

"I brought Louis the tea and painkillers since you were talking to Liam and Zayn about last night."

"Oh, alright, we'll I can't get this door open, I think it's jammed shut." The muffled voice comes once again from the other side.

Niall stands up and tries to pry open the door to no avail, it won't budge. Something's seriously wrong with it.

"Don't worry! I'll go get Kevin!" I hear Harry yell from down the hall.

"Why do people yell so often? Can they not? I have a hangover." I say to Niall who just laughs loudly, making everything worse. "Ow, Niall, volume."

"Sorry!" He whispers before laying back on the bed, on his phone, I finish off my tea before putting the tray on my bedside table and joining Niall, laying down on the bed. I close my eyes and drift back to sleep.

Thx for reading, and please tell me if you find any spelling/grammar errors, I cba to proof read today.

-Dan