Louis Tomlinson's Love Story // l.t

Chapter Six: You Don't Know How Lovely You Are

EDITED 

Title of chapter from The Scientist by Coldplay

Picture: Arielle

Video: The Scientist by Coldplay

-Felicity .x

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Chapter Six: You Don't Know How Lovely You Are

LOUIS:

"Where were you last night, huh?" Niall bumped my hip. All in all, he was a pretty good hotel room mate but, God, did he snore. When I was up at four in the morning on drunkards duty, I'd appreciate a nice sleep.

I yawned, and smiled when I saw that Niall had brought up a croissant and tea and one of those little jam pot things from the hotel breakfast buffet that I had clearly slept through. "Erm, Pez called me. She didn't think Emily would make it home in one piece."

"So naturally, the solution was to call you," Niall smirked and I flipped him the bird. "Where was she?"

"Ashton's party."

"She went? Why? His parties are shit!" Niall chuckled. I shrugged. Why did Emily go?

"To get laid, I guess?"

"Not everyone goes out for a one night stand, Lou," Niall pointed out, ripping off a piece of the croissant for himself. "Not like you."

I pouted. "But one night stands are fun. Not that I have them since I've been with El, don't give me that look. Eleanor is enough for my sexual needs. But -"

Niall scowled. "Lou, why is it that whenever we have a serious conversation, we end up talking about your sex life?"

I smirk, smugly. "Because I have one."

He buried his face in my pillow and groaned loudly. "Don't remind me. Was Em really wasted? I don't like to think of her drunk. When we were sixteen and our group went out to drink, she never joined in."

"Er, if you count her telling me all about the time a group of aliens beamed her up to the mothership, then yes. Really drunk."

Niall laughed. "Oh come on. Can you tell me with 100% certainty that there isn't intelligent life on other planets?"

I just looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "At the moment, I'm not sure there's intelligent life in this bedroom."

He glanced at his phone. "Florence just texted. Two promos in an hour. Do you think Emily has to come?"

"Wouldn't say so. Best leave her in bed. I wouldn't want a day of promo nursing a hangover."

Oh, speaking of," He hopped off the bed and brushed down his chinos. "I'm gonna go check on her, see if she's all right."

My stomach twisted uncomfortably at the thought of Niall looking after Emily. That should be my job. It was my job. "I'll come."

"It's alrigh', pal, you're tired..." He must have noticed my expression, because he quickly backtracked. "Tag along, if you're sure."

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"Emily." Niall rapped loudly on the door of her flat, probably disturbing each and every neighbour. "Emily, open up!"

No answer. We routed under the mat and on the top of the door frame and in the potted plant but there was no spare key to be found. Sensible, but inconvenient. Niall knocked on the door again. "Emily, it's Niall!"