***Harry Styles***
Saturday, May 12th, 2012 – North London, England

I wanted so badly to be angry with Louis for waking me up like that, especially when I was already hung over. But the guy was so damn cute, I couldn’t even handle it, which was partly why I kept my eyes closed for so long at first. I knew the second I looked at him, I would forgive him for the rude awakening. Sure enough, as soon as he licked my hand and I couldn’t bear to not look at my high maintenance boyfriend any longer and opened my eyes, he smiled his big, perfect Louis smile that would’ve made my knees go weak if I’d been standing.

“Hi!” he exclaimed, happily. The half of me that wanted to kill him got overtaken by the half of me that loved him, and I smiled and shook my head.

“You are a piece of work,” I said, sitting up.

“You love me,” he teased.

“Never. Sleeping. Here. Again.” Zayn stated from the couch. Louis and I looked at each other, then busted out laughing, waking Niall. Something about the way Zayn had said that made it ridiculously funny, even for my grumpy, hung over self, and I laughed so hard I had to hold onto my stomach, which made Louis lay down on his back, laughing at me laughing at Zayn. I heard Niall chuckle from one of the other couches, and eventually even Zayn started laughing as well. And then I looked around.

“Wait, where’s Liam?” I asked. The other guys looked as well.

“Shit,” Zayn said, standing up. I glanced at the front door – it was locked, which meant he couldn’t have left the house, at least not through the front. We all split up and walked through the house, calling out to Liam. I went upstairs, and found him sitting on the futon in the loft, wide awake.

“Found him!” I called down to the other guys, then sat down next to Liam. “You okay?” I asked him. He just looked at me, and I knew the answer. I heard the other three thunder up the stairs, and then they joined us.

“Where’d you go?” Zayn asked Liam.

“I needed to be alone,” Liam muttered. The four of us exchanged a look – that was the last thing Liam needed.

“Alright, you’ve left us no choice,” Louis told Liam, looking around at us for our approval. We all nodded, knowing what he was getting at. “I’ll take first shift.”

“You guys don’t have to baby-sit me,” Liam protested.

“I think we do, man,” Zayn countered. “At least for right now.” Liam sighed, but he didn’t put up too much of a fight, making me think he really did want company after all.

“Come on,” I said. “I’ve been very rudely summoned to make breakfast.” I looked pointedly at Louis, who just smiled, pleased with himself that he had won. We all stood up and headed down the stairs, but when we got to the bottom of the steps, I grabbed Louis and whispered a tease in his ear – making sure my breath was extra hot: “You’re gonna pay for this.” His eyes widened in excitement and he smiled even bigger, and then I wondered if I had just accidentally given him an open invitation to wake me up like that every morning. I brushed the thought off, then went into the kitchen and began to cook.

Notes

Oh how I love Louis.

Giggle.