I wake up to a terrible pain across my face and forehead, and I groan loudly.
How much did I drink last night? Jesus Christ, this horrible. I roll over to the water on my bedside table, and down it in one, even if it is horribly lukewarm.
I sit up, needing some sort of pain relief. I head to the kitchen, downing another glass of water, almost moaning at how better it is when it is cold. I take some paracetamol and hope for the best.
I shower because I know I'm going to just lay here for the rest of the day, feeling disgusted at the damage I have probably done to my liver.
Walking out of the shower, I pad wetly to the lounge where I plan to spend the rest of my day, probably watching Netflix and dying.
I frown, noticing someone has been playing with the coasters on the coffee table. Only Louis does that, and I am in love enough to bloody notice it. When was he here?
He couldn't have been here last night.
Holy fuck. He was here, because now I can remember everything. Pulling that guy, being stupidly embarrassing in front of Louis and Eleanor, and telling them I was going to finger myself. Kissing Louis in the kitchen. I press my finger to my lips as if I can still feel them. It was so hot and rough.
What time is it? How long have I been asleep?
13:45pm.
Jesus, I've wasted most of the day.
A knock at the door makes me jump, and I go to answer it. They'll have to make do with me in my towel because I'm not running around this hungover.
I open the door to Louis, though, and it shocks me. I blush hard at his gaze, because I'm clearly wet and nearly naked, and because of what I had done last night. His brown hair is messy, his blue eyes looking at my body, dressed in a band tshirt with skinny jeans. What a God, I swoon. He smirks, showing his white teeth, chin attractively bearded.
"Oh, hi," I blush awkwardly. "I'm sorry about last night - well not because we kissed because I enjoyed that - but being drunk and saying stuff like I did. How is Eleanor? Does she hate me now? Because I can understand if she does," I can't stop talking. "Because I mean, like how embarrassing, I said such rude things-,
He cuts me off by rudely pushing me in, forcing his lips against mine. Oh.
He kicks the door closed behind him before forcing me back into it. I moan far too loudly, his hands pressing into my wet hair.
"Fuck me." I beg, just like that I'm gone.
"Yeah?" He responds, voice all rough.
He bites at my lips, making my hands grip into his shirt.
"Yeah, I can't - it's-," I struggle, sounding embarrassingly frantic. My cock feels like it should explode with how quickly it's filling up.
He tugs me hard towards my room, trying to kiss him still. I greedily pull his tshirt over his head, before grabbing into his hair to kiss him with more coordination. He groans, his fingers touching at my lower back, wet from my shower.
He walks me towards my bed, making me fall back before helping him to pull his jeans off, groaning at how big he is. I should be used to it, but I'm not.
I let my towel drop, Louis grabbing the lube at the bedside table, and joining me, splitting my knees. He lubes up his fingers, lips netting mine once more.

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