Lucy's POV:

I woke up around nine. The sun was coming in through my window and hit me square in the face. I tried to put a pillow over my face to block out the sunlight, but it did little, so I sighed and got up.
I decided to check to see if Skylar and Piper had made it back. I had promised myself to stay awake until they made it home, but by one, I decided to leave it be and go to bed. After seeing Piper basically lose it at dinner last night, I had vowed to make sure she didn’t get into any trouble. Usually, Piper was the one who made sure we didn’t get into any trouble, but she’d been acting weird ever since One Direction had gotten here…specifically, since Louis got here.
I looked in Sky’s room, and she was still asleep. She looked tired out. I decided to let her rest and not ask her what had happened last night. I closed her door, then walked over to Piper’s door and slowly opened the door.
Her bed was made, and it looked clean and put together. I figured she must have gotten up early and gone to the workout room downstairs. She did that sometimes, though not often. I closed her door and went to the kitchen to fix myself something to eat.
Reagan was up, her face freshly scrubbed, but there were still a few spots she missed where the makeup was smudged.
“You feeling better?” I asked, opening in the fridge.
She shrugged.
“Better than last night,” she admitted. “I’ve sort of accepted my fate.”
I laughed.
“Oh, you and your dramatics. C’mon, Pips is only trying to help us. It’s not like its real love,” I said.
Reagan nodded.
“True. And he’s not ugly, thank God. I guess I can deal,” said Reagan doubtfully.
I laughed and gave her a squeeze on the shoulder.
“You’re tough. You’ll be fine,” I reassured her.
Just then, we heard someone unlocking the front door to our apartment. We both leaned and looked out over the bar to see who it was.
The doorknob turned and the door slowly opened. A person stumbled in, holding her head in one hand.
“Ugh,” Piper groaned, leaning against the door for support. “My head kills.”
“Piper?” exclaimed Reagan, her eyes as wide as saucers. “What the hell happened to you?”
I was asking myself the same thing. Her hair was all over the place, her eyes were mildly bloodshot and had deep purple shadows under them, and her skin was pale and lifeless. The way she was holding herself worried me; she seemed to be either drugged or hungover.
Piper mumbled something to herself.
“What?” asked Reagan, rushing over to her. She had a worried expression on her face, which surprised me. They had just had a fight last night, and now Reagan was worried about her?
“I said, I’m hungover,” murmured Piper. She slithered over to the sofa and fell down in a heap on it.
“You? Hungover? God, what has happened?” asked Reagan, almost to herself. “You never drink.”
“Did you not see me last night?” asked Piper scornfully before touching her forehead lightly. “Ow.”
“I’ll grab you some aspirin and some water. Lucy, could you fry up some eggs? That’s the best thing you can have when you’re hungover,” said Reagan, taking charge.
I rushed over back to the kitchen, remembering slyly that Reagan had a lot experience in this department. It was slightly ironic, actually. But I kept my thoughts to myself as I fried up two eggs and Reagan babied Piper.
After Piper had taken some aspirin, consumed something and hydrated, she sighed and leaned back against the couch and sighed.
“So…now that we’ve helped ease the pain…it’s time for you to dish,” said Reagan, her eyes hungry.
“Don’t pressure her,” I said.
“It’s fine Lucy,” said Piper, waving a hand at me lazily, as if swatting flies.
“So…where did you go last night?” asked Reagan. I glanced at her. Did she not know Sky and Piper went down to the boys’ apartment last night? Oh wait, she had gone to bed early. She wouldn’t have known.
“Niall texted Skylar last night and asked if we wanted to go downstairs and hang out,” began Piper before rubbing her temples and moaning.
“If you want to lay down, that’s fine,” I said, pulling a pillow out and handing it to her. She shook her head.
“No, it’s fine,” she said. “Anyways, Sky and I went down there and when we got there, Louis asked if I wanted to drink some beer with him and talk on the balcony.”
“Like the balcony in your room? You went to his room?” asked Reagan incredulously. She was leaning in, her eyes growing wider and wider as Piper continued.
“Yeah, and I figured nothing would happen…” she said, but Reagan interrupted again.
“Did anything happen?” she inquired,
“Let her finish,” I shushed.
“We drank, and we talked…and then I got sort of drunk…and then he kissed me,” Piper said, tears forming in her eyes.
“No,” gasped Reagan. “He did not.”
Piper nodded miserably, a tear sliding down her cheek.
“Oh, honey,” I said, hugging her. “That’s horrible.”
“Horrible? I thought you liked Louis,” huffed Reagan.
“He has a girlfriend, Reagan,” I said, giving her a look.
“Oh. Yeah. Not good,” she said, wincing. “But you left after that right? Where did you go? And why did you go wherever you did go looking like that?”
Piper just stared at us, her lip trembling.
“Oh no…” I said. “Piper, you didn’t…”
“Yes! I did!” she exclaimed, bursting into tears. “I can’t believe I did such a stupid thing!”
“Was it good?” asked Reagan. “Was it your first time?”
I gave Reagan a look, but Piper replied.
“No, it hurt. A lot. It was my first time,” she admitted.
“You know that,” I huffed. “You’re the one who isn’t a virgin anymore.”
“Technically, there’s two of us now,” snapped Reagan, but then Piper started bawling harder and she reached out and hugged Piper.
“Oh, Pips. That sucks. The first time always hurts, no matter what you read,” said Reagan. I gave her a look. That wasn’t what Piper needed for comfort!
“I can’t believe I was so stupid,” Piper sniffed, rubbing her nose. I grabbed the tissue box off the coffee table and handed her it. She took one and blew her nose before crumpling it into a ball.
“But you like him…right?” Reagan asked.
Piper nodded miserably.
“Then why are you crying?” asked Reagan. “He obviously likes you back if he’s willing to have sex with you!”
Piper sniffled.
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” she admitted. “I’ve just…I’ve just never really had a boyfriend before, you guys know that.” She looked at us and we nodded. Piper may be the prettiest one out of us – at least in my opinion, with her curly brown hair and her model looks – but for some reason, guys had never really noticed her. It wasn’t because she wasn’t nice – far from it – I think it was just because she seemed a little uptight all the time. Guys at our old school didn’t really go for girls like her – they went after more Reagan-types – so she didn’t have much experience in the love department.
“Maybe it’s because you’ve never had these feeling before,” suggested Reagan. “I mean, when you fall in love, you fall. Like, it hurts.”
Piper nodded.
“Maybe,” she said. “Maybe that’s it.”
“Do you remember anything?” I asked. “Like…what he said to you before…y’know…” I didn’t want to sound too anxious, because whatever he said was vital on whether knowing Louis liked Piper back.
Piper shook her head miserably.
“We were talking about our favorite bands, and then…then I was kissing him…oh it’s all a blur, I can’t remember,” she said, putting her head in her hands.
Reagan patted Piper reassuringly on the back.
“It’s alright Pips. Whatever happens, we’re here for you,” she said.
Yeah, I thought. But the big question is, will Louis be there for you?