It Wont Be Like This For Long...

In this story, a girl, Kendal, and her best friend, Molly, meet One Direction whist at their concert in London. Kendal has always lived there. In Cheshire. Molly lives in America, but only because her parents made her move over there. -We used to pick on people like Americans, but now, Molly is sort of aone now... so we try our best not to. She's lived there so long, her accent is starting to fade away, slowly, but surely. Soon enough, she'll be a regular old Jolly Englander. We call America 'Jolly Ol' England'. It's just something we do here.-
Enjoy this story. It's about us, meeting One Direction and Zayn really starts to take a liking to Molly... and there are some problems along the way, but we all stay on the right track, and we get them where their hearts are. So, enjoy:)


21. Back At The Hotel Again

I woke up to Louis and I face to face. My head was in his chest, his bare chest, and I didnt remember most of the dance club. I was in Louis' t shirt, and I know nothing happened because I remember everything after we got home. I had the worst headache of my life, and Louis was still sleeping lightly. I covered us both back up, and leaned into his toned abs. I felt him stir, and then he woke up. He groaned out in pain, and I put my hand on his muscle, to tell him I was right here, and I was awake. I heard a knock at the door, and I yelled out for them to come in, Louis pushing my head back onto his chest. Molly walked in, wide-eyed. She started to cover her eyes and walk back out but I showed her our bodies, and I told her nothing happened. Louis had drunken 2 more than I had, and he kept pulling me closer to him, wanting to know I was here. He had his hands on my waist, so I couldnt go anywhere, I didnt want to anyways. I wanted to stay with him until he felt well enough to get up, if he did at all today.

"How late did you two stay out? You guys look terrible, is Louis drunk?" I looked at her, she was firing questions at me so fast, I could barely think straight.

"Past 4, I know, and yes." I said, looking at all four of her. I couldnt tell which was which, and it was straining my eyes just trying to figure it out.

"Do you guys want some Tylenol or something? He looks like he's in pain." She said, and I looked over at Louis, letting a tear fall down his cheek as he struggled to sit upright. I helped him up, and draped my arm around his back, he was so warm. He shook his head at Molly.

" I'm fine. That was some party, though. I feel completely disgusting. Ow, my head hurts. You okay?" He asked me, I nodded, which almost made me throw up.

"Alright, who drove you guys here? It's obvious you're wasted, even now." Molly said, worry taking her over. Louis raised his hand like a proud little kid.

"I did." he said. Molly stared at him, wide-eyed, and her mouth was in a perfect 'o'. All four of them. I fell back aganist the pillows, Louis still sitting up for about a minute longer.

"Well, it's almost 1 in the afternoon, are you getting up at all? You guys dont have to. It's gonna take this whole day just for the beer effects to wear off." She said.

"Noooo...." Louis moaned out the answer. I put my head in the crook of his neck, when he layed back. He rested his head against mine, and Molly looked like a complete parent.

"Okay, fine." She said, sassily, and walked out. I could still feel Louis' head against mine, and I knew he was feeling just as terrible as I was. I felt bad for him. He just wanted to have fun, and here we are, waking up at 1:00, and we're still drunk. A little less than yesterday, but I bet I still couldnt walk in a straight line. Molly had been gone for 10 minutes now, and I could tell Louis had fallen asleep again. He was at an angle where his chest was against me and I could feel his racing heartbeat. I put my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, he sat up, worridly.

"How drunk are we? How many drinks did we have?" He asked me, I'm not sure I could answer..

"About 12 each." I said. I didnt bother to tell him he'd drunken more than I had. I let him settle back down, and he rested his head back onto the pillows, grabbing for me. I layed down right next to him, and he wrapped me in what I took as a hug. He was drunk, maybe he forgot what exactly a hug was. I dont blame him. I'm pretty sure we drank and kissed more than we danced. I rested my head on his chest, where I could feel and hear his heartbeat, and he rested his hands on my lower back. My head was pounding so bad, I didnt even know if I was listening to his heart or just my head. I felt Louis' hands run through my hair a few times, but after that, he put them back on my back, and we fell asleep again.

I woke up in the exact same position as I'd falled asleep. My head on Louis' chest, and his hands on my lower back. I felt immensly better. I still had a little headache, but nothing much. It was way better. I felt Louis jolt awake, and he called my name. I sat up, and looked at him, he smiled, a good signal that he felt better somewhat.

"Feel any better, Lou?" I asked him. He nodded. I scooted back a little, so my back was resting on the headboard. Louis sat up, this time without my help, he rested his back on the headboard also, wincing from the coldness on his bare back. I rested my head in the crook of his neck, which was incredibly warm. He pulled me into a hug.

"I think we should try to get up atleast." Louis said, and I nodded. He attempted to get up, but fell right back down. I could stand, and I placed one foot in front of the other, Louis chuckling because I wasnt walking in a straight line, and I knew that. I walked over to where Louis had his legs off the bed, sitting up. I helped him to his feet, he almost fell back over, but I was holding on to him strongly. He smirked at me, and we headed out into the living room. We probably looked like clowns training for the circus the way we were walking. Louis couldnt walk very well, so I had to hold onto him with both my hands. I was holding him, one arm over his stomach, and the other over his back. It looked like a weird sort of hug, like the ones you see in the cartoons. Louis quickly regained ahold of his walking abilities, and he put one arm around me, and I could finally take my arm off his stomach and put it at my side. We semi-walked into the living room, getting  stared at like there was no tomorrow. With my headache somewhat gone, and Louis feeling a little better, we went over to a couch, and sat down, I gently set my head in the crook of Louis' neck, and he put his arm around behind me on my waist. Harry was on the couch opposite of us, almost dying of laughter. Me and Louis started laughing at him.

"Hey, uh, Louis. Stand up and walk over here." Niall picked, laughing. Louis attempted to stand, but he couldnt. His legs wobbled and he fell back beside me. Harry fell on the ground laughing, he couldnt stop.

"Harry!" Louis said, smirking, "You've been this drunk before, so stop it." Louis finished, jokingly. I smiled at Harry.

"I----I" Harry said, he couldnt even talk barely, he was laughing so hard. Paul had to come in and take him into the hall. It was my turn to laugh. He had to be settled down by being put in the hall. I turned to Louis, and I felt his lips smash onto mine. I smiled into the kiss, which tasted like alcohol, and Louis pulled away, leaving us both breathless.

"Get a room." Niall said, jokingly.

"Okay. I could use more sleep anyways." Louis said, I helped him get up. He could walk now, just not so well. I helped him into the bedroom, and helped him lay down. He smiled and patted the spot on my bed next to him. I rolled my eyes, and I layed down next to him, laying my head on his chest, my head wasnt pounding, so I listened to his heartbeat. We both quickly fell asleep again.

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