Sing till I fall asleep || H.S

eighteen

New Years began a mess.

Louis was drunk by ten am, which wasn't a surprise, he even predicted it the previous night in our groupchat that he would pass out by noon. Sadly enough for Wienna, Niall, Erin and I, he was drunk of his arse at Erin's house, where we all met up for breakfast.

I silently thanked God and mother Theresa that Erin was home alone, her parents being at the lakehouse, because Louis was sprinting the house naked in his festive underwear as he called them. Of course boys had special boxers for new years, black ones with fireworks decorating them.

"Tommo, lad!" Niall chanted out at him, trying to catch him between laughing his arse off in the livingroom, "You need to calm the fuck down or you'll ruin the whole day."

It was quite an amusing sight, I was just glad to see my friends in a good mood, or maybe that was the mimosas taking over my body and soul. Why the fuck would we drink alcohol for breakfast? (and why would Louis drink alcohol from seven am?)

"I'll take my pants on if you kiss my bare buttcheek, Ireland."

"Why didn't you just say that?" Niall laughed, "I'll kiss both if you take your shirt on as well."

And so he did.

And so Louis was dressed again, exhausted after running away from Niall through the mansion that Erin called her little home.

"Mags," Wienna grinned at me, "Please get him to sleep, you're the only one he kind of listens to." It wasn't a lie, somehow over the years we learned that Louis reckless Tomlinson sometimes, just sometimes, listened to me over the others, it was strange actually.

I walked over to Louis, holding up a glass of water which he practically shoved away as I came closer, "Promise me you'll let me embarrass you tonight if I take a nap."

I nodded, see, I didn't even have to say anything, he already knew what was coming.

I stumbled down the stairs with Louis under my arm towards Erins basement where she had a movie room, as the rich called it, us locals called it a theather. Louis fell down in a one-seat couch with his eyes closed and a big smile plastered on his face, "You always take care of me, Maggie-Mags-Marge."

"I'm the only one who puts up with you, shithead." I chuckled at him and sat myself down in the chair next to him, chocked at the comfort of it.

"Niall used to, now he's whipped," Louis made a swirl with his finger in the air as he spoke, making me grin, he wasn't wrong.

"When are you going to fall in love, Tommo?" I asked him, watching as he went for the little button on the side of the chair he sat in to make it flop out, so that he could lay down.

"Hearts was meant to be broken," Louis mumbled, I smirked at the fact that he indeed had done his English essay on poets. "Why would I want that for myself?"

Louis had a point. Louis was always odd, the life of the party as some called him, arrogant to the seriousness of life and whatever else people had their minds on. He fascinated me in a way not many could.

"Niall will never love you, Margaret," Louis spoke so lowly now that I could barely hear him, but when I did my throat thickened and my heart sank six feet.

"He doesn't deserve you, anyway," he continued, it wasn't meant to come out as harsh as it did, I supposed, he wouldn't want to hurt me. "I love the lad to death, but if he can't see what's in front of him he shouldn't 'ave it either."

I watched Louis sink deeper into the little couch-chair, making himself comfortable as he crossed his arms, eyes still closed, "But he will never truly love and deserve you."

A small tear fell down my cheek as he spoke the last sentence, before drifting away to sleep quicker than I could even respond. Maybe he was right, 'cause Louis was always right, that's something I'd also come realized over the years.

I wiped away the single tear and straightened my sweater as I stood up, Louis was snoring already, looking like a little baby sleeping after a long day. I smiled to myself for a weak second, thinking about how grateful I was for Louis Tomlinson and his wonderful soul, though he did get drunk too often...