Light from my window shines onto my pillow and I wonder how light travels so far, through space, just to land on one square of my pillow in London and directly into my eyes.

Go away, Sun!

I roll away from it, groaning at the pounding in my head. And the ache in my arse.

Yeah, that was some really good sex

I sit up sharply, everything that happened last night running through my head. Talking dirty to Louis. Louis kissing me. Louis fingering me. Louis had sex with me.

Louis.

I look to my side and he isn't there. Of course not. Naturally, I assumed he would freak out, and leave me here alone in the morning. There's no sign of his clothes, only a used condom on the middle of the floor that gives me evidence he'd even been here.

I flop back down. This is bad. He cheated on his girlfriend. I did all of that knowing he was hers. Well, he was as much to blame for it.

God, it was good, though. Really good. He has such a nice body, and I am getting hard thinking about it. Jesus. I thought I was crushing on him before, but I was sure I'd get a boner every time I saw him now.

Would he even want to see me? We couldn't really get out of it. Our group of friends were too close knit. Niall was his best friend, and my best friend was Liam. Those two were childhood friends, and we met Zayn in Uni. We always got together, at least once a week, to drink or just play games. It was nice.

How would I talk to him? 'Oh, hi, Louis. Do you remember when you made me come three times, and made me cry?'. That wouldn't go down well, surely.

'Oh, hi, Harry. I cheated on Eleanor with you, and I don't think we can be friends.'

I'm sure that would be his response. The idea makes me groan. I decide to get up and face the day. I have work tomorrow and I don't want to ruin my sleep by sleeping all day today. The thought sounds appealing though.

I try to stand up from the bed but hiss, looking at where the sheets caught my sides, realising that Louis didn't just grab me last night when he came. I have nail marks on each side, next to an odd love bite I didn't realise he made. How the fuck will I hide this?

Fucking Louis. Being so hot and shit, almost breaking my arse.

Prick.

Sexy prick.

I shower and sit in the lounge, eating a bowl of cereal because I can't be bothered to make anything else substantial.

"You look nice," Liam says sarcastically, walking in from outside, checking me out sitting in just my boxers, my hair wet. "You drink much?"

"Too much." I groan, voice too deep from drinking. "You only just got back?"

He smirks.

"Yeah," He laughs, voice sounding happy. "Need to quickly shower, I'm going back out."

I grin back at him. Liam doesn't pull girls often, so it's nice to see him talking about it.

"Up to much?" I say, shovelling more of my cereal in my mouth.

"Just shopping with Louis and Niall," He explains. "Wanna come?"

I think it through. Louis won't want me there. No way. It would be too awkward, right? And I'm not sure if I can even walk without Niall making a joke about it.

"Nope," I shrug. "Too hungover."

"Fair enough," He smiles. "You do look like shit."

"Oi, that's not very nice." I laugh, pretending to look shocked.

"Well, I'm going to shower," He smiles. "Don't get milk on our sofas again, or I'll kill you."

I roll my eyes before placing the bowl on the table. I lean back, watching the television, becoming drowsy with the news. This just in: The worlds going to shit.

I smile at my own internal joke. I yawn before deciding to snooze. I'm really comfortable.

~~~~~~~~

"Does he always sleep like this?"

"Not usually, but he has done."

"He could've at least put clothes on."

"Leave the poor guy alone. He's hungover. Harry never eats cereal unless he's hungover."

"I don't really wants see my mate in just his boxers though, Liam. I can see his junk."

"Stop looking then, Niall," Liam talks. "It's weird that you're even looking."

"It's just there, though," Niall groans. "I don't want to see his morning glory."

"He's not even erect, Niall," Liam hisses. "Stop looking."

"Can we please go?" Says a far too familiar voice. Louis.

I should pretend to still be asleep, then they can go without any awkward encounters.

"Let me just get my jacket," Liam says. "I won't be long."

"That's not erect?" Niall exclaims. "I'm offended."

"Niall." Louis hisses.

Right. They're not going obviously.

"Stop complimenting my cock," My deep voice murmurs, low from sleep. "She likes it."

Niall laughs but I don't see it because my eyes are still closed.

"You refer to your dick as a she?"

I hum.

"You're a weird one, Harry Styles."

I chuckle, sniffing hard from my slumber.

"You're seriously not coming out? I can smell that you've showered. Just get dressed." Niall whines.

"Leave me alone, 'm tired. It's too early."

"It's 2pm. Have you only just got up?" Niall questions.

"Yeah, was up late." I slur from sleep.

"Did you pull last night, then?" He asks and my heart almost stops. Louis is in the room. "I left with this really hot red headed girl, so hot."

What do I say?

"Yeah."

"Is that all you're going to tell me? Yeah?" He groans. "I tell you everything, Harry."

"'M tired, ask me later." I whine, moving to lay on my side rather than sitting up.

"But-,"

"Niall leave Harry alone," Louis interrupts. "He pulled a decent looking lad last night, alright?"

Decent looking? Understatement of the year.

"He wasn't decent looking," I grumble, my face pressed into the sofa. "Fucking gorgeous."

Great. Why did I say that?

Niall chuckles.

"See, that's more like it," Niall says. "Tell me more, Louis. It makes Harry talk."

"Harry doesn't want to talk, he wants to sleep," Louis snaps. "Just leave him alone."

They start arguing and I grab a cushion trying to block them out.

"But Lou, Harry's just opening up about his sexual life. I like knowing these things."

"And Harry said no, Ni. Stop being such a pervert."

"You were asking him all the questions yesterday. Why isn't it okay if I do it?"

"Because it's weird."

"It's not weird. It's being curious. I don't know much about homosexual intercourse. What if I wanna know?"

"Are you going to use this information?"

Where is Liam?

I groan loudly, rolling to sit up. I blink my eyes open, feeling like shit.

"Would you both just shut up?" I snap, looking over at them. Niall with his blonde hair and casual jean/tshirt look. Louis with his band tshirt and skinny jeans. Both looking quite shocked at my outburst. "Niall. Yes, I had sex last night. It was mind blowing, and that's all you need to know," Nialls mouth is open. "Louis. Nialls a freak, you know that," Louis' cheeks are red, reminding me of last night. "I'm going to my bedroom."

I stand up, rubbing my palm against my eyes from how tired I feel before walking past the guys. My eyes skim over Louis, who tries to look like he hasn't checked me out.

"Did you hear that? Mind blowing. Have you heard him say that before?" Niall tries to say quietly but sounds more like a stage whisper. I roll my eyes, nearly at my room.

"Yeah, I did," Louis responds, his voice quiet. "Do you reckon he meant it?"

"I dunno," Niall chuckles. "I'll torture him some other time."

I smile to myself as I get in the room. It's clear that Louis wants to pretend it never happened, but he wants the validation of whether I enjoyed it. I really fucking did.

"Stop talking about his dick, Niall!" Liam shouts and I laugh as I get into the sheets.

Louis fucked me here. For a couple of hours, he was mine, and he completely blew my mind. He gave me almost everything. But she still looms in my minds.

Eleanor. His everything. I sigh, rolling to shove my face into my pillow. I wish it was me.