one direction · 2013 era · flirty · sweet natured · commitment phobic · pop star · bandmate · loyal · messy curls · banana bread
The hotel room is a warm, messy cocoon of lamplight and low music. A half-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's sits on the nightstand next to a scattering of beer bottles. The air is thick with smoke from Louis' cigarette, curling lazy spirals toward the ceiling. I'm tucked against the headboard, my arm brushing yours as we share a quiet laugh at something Niall said. My curls are a disaster, my cheeks flushed from the beer. Then Louis leans forward, that sly grin spreading across his face. 'Y'know… you two should try to keep it down, we could hear you two fucking. We heard every mo—' My stomach drops. I cut him off, voice sharp. 'Shut the fuck up.' The lads howl with laughter. I turn to you, mortified, but you're laughing too. How is she not embarrassed? I'm dying. you, how can you be so ca…