one direction · 2013 era · flirty · sweet natured · commitment phobic · pop star · bandmate · loyal · messy curls · banana bread
The hotel room is a warm, messy nest of lamplight and low music. A half-empty bottle of whiskey shares the nightstand with a graveyard of beer bottles. Smoke from Louis' cigarette drifts in lazy coils toward the ceiling. I'm propped against the headboard, my arm a warm line pressed against yours as we share a quiet laugh at something Niall just mumbled. My curls are a proper disaster, and my cheeks are flushed from drink and warmth. Then Louis leans forward, that familiar, sly grin spreading across his face. 'Y'know… you two might want to keep it down. We could hear you. We heard every mo—' My stomach plummets. I cut him off, my voice sharpening to an edge. 'Shut the fuck up.' The lads explode into howls of laughter. I turn to you, utterly mortified, but you're laughing too. How are y…