My eyes shot open, as I got the familiar tangy, unpleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach, My chest tightened, I was in the bathroom as fast as a tiger going after its pray. I hurled over the toilet. I hate hangovers. I ran my fingers through my hair, Where am I thought? I looked around seeing unfamiliar surroundings. A Husky voice shouted. "Ill go check to see if shes awake yet."

I panicked hurrying back to the bed, squeezing my eyes shut, hoping he wouldn't notice if I was awake yet. A warm body laid beside me, I felt his shaky cold hands run across my cheek, "Time to wake up love." He cooed to me, playing with my hair. I bit my lip hard as I hesitatingly opened my eyes.

I stared at his face for a long moment, I think I knew him, His brown curly locks, those green eyes that made me weak at the knees, and those dimples. It could only be one person. Harry. I barely remember him only that I met him somehow last night. My head pounded harder when I thought to much about it, So I shook off the thought.

**15 Minutes later**

After changing into some of harry's clothes, I shuffled my way to the kitchen. The smell of Warm freshly baked blueberry waffles, and hot brewed coffee filled my nostrils, deeply inhaling the amazing smell. Moaning softly as I sat down next to them around the dining table. Smiling at the boys before me, but one caught my eye in particular, he was staring at me, and it was kind of hot. I looked back, tension was growing between us two, He introduced himself, "Im Louis He said offering his hand, with one of those sexy half smirks.



His face turned serious, when he saw Louis staring at us, but me in particular. Harry put his arm around me protectively I denied his move, what harm is Louis? Harry sighed loudly like a little kid who couldn't have his toy.

"And I'm harry" said the elephant in the room just standing there.

Such Odd people. I thought.

After a very quick and awkward breakfast. Harry offered to drive me home, and to just make my self at home as he went to room, my guess to get ready.

I stayed silent as I was all alone in their living room, my thoughts the only things keeping me company, because everyone was getting ready for the day. While I was stuck here until I got a ride home, then I remembered. School. Fuck Claire is going to kill me..

Tracing my fingers along the white trim on the walls, the furniture was very modern. Everything was elegant and edged perfectly. I pressed my hand against the cool glass overlooking the streets crowded with cars below. I watched in awe as I saw just one single snowflake caught my eye in the mist of the fog.

It reminded me when me and my family used to live in the suburbs of Washington. Sometimes I loved to think about this memory, it made me feel comfort, it brought a warmth sensation it reminded me of happy times of my family.

I was so young back then, only about 8 or 9, I was so happy with my family like nothing else mattered. We weren't the picturesque family, we weren't all hugs and kisses, we were the ignored ones in our small neighborhood, the quite odd ones who kept their blinds shut on a sunny afternoon to stay away from attention.

Christmas was my favorite time growing up, it wasn't as normal as regular families. But finally in our family, it was an adventure when the snow fell and that huge lawn blanket filled with untouched possibilities.

Our footprints on it. nobody else's. We all bundled up and ran outside. Those snowy Mornings-so many clothes and the only thing sticking out was your face, and you felt the sting of cold on it. You don't even need all those layers but that's part of the ritual-scarves, and mittens and boots and a hat that you eventually toss off because its too hot and scratchy.

Mom flung open the front door, and we all ran out, We rolled in the fresh snow, makings new snow angels appear in the snow, we tossed it at each other.

"Remember that time" my mom would always say, her cheeks bright red from the harsh winter wind.

"Yea" I Would always reply, I loved hearing that story.

I knew every detail too. We told the story every time it snowed, It happened at our old house. We were going to walk a snow ball all the way home from the school yard, but it had gotten so big, we had to abandon it in the middle of the road.

The sad part is, as years past, the snow that used to bring happy memories, was no longer as important, each year passed and less and less everyone cared about the snow, I would try now and then, but time went on and everything faded away, but I kept the special sweet memories close.

I kept my head tightly pressed up against the cool glass, Humming Sweater weather by the Neighborhood. (A,N:I love this song BTW).

Then Suddenly, I felt a presence in the room with me, quickly I reacted turning around.

"Hello.."

His British accent caught me off guard as did his smoldering blue eyes. His taught, tan muscles were visible under the thin material of his t-shirt, scarf adorning his neck.

Louis.

"Hi..-" I Manged to stutter out., my mind raced as my heart pounded through my chest, I could have sworn it was so loud, he could probably hear it. Pull yourself together Charlotte!

"So, Um mm- where's harry?" I asked, Clearing my throat. He smirked to himself, probably at the fact that I was blushing like crazy.

"He should be here in a second..-" He stepped closer and held out his hand. "I don't think I got a proper first impression yet."

I tightly grasped his hand, hoping he wouldn't notice I was shaking with nervousness, Believe me when I say I am not really that shy of a person. But when your touching hands with a fucking sex god I am defiantly gonna react like one.

When our hands touched, he lightly spun me in a full circle with his arm, then pulled me into a hug. Then I Laughed like an idiot. He laughed too.

"Good enough for a first impression?" Louis kissed my hand. I wonder if he is really trying to seduce me, because its working.

Harry entered the room, whistling uncomfortably, as I pulled away from Louis giving him a small smile before taking harry's hand and leaving.

As we left the apartment, Paparazzi swarmed us, I felt trapped around so many people I gasped for air feeling enclosed in such a tight space. My ears rung from how loud it was so many screaming girls and flashing cameras. How do they do this every single day?

We entered his car, he opened the door for me, I stepped inside, buckling my seat belt I stayed quiet the entire ride back home, leaving my mind empty, watching the small raindrops ooze down the window.

Harry pulled the car to the curb of the apartment, I reached for the handle to open the door. Quickly he stopped my action to leave. He opened up my hand and placed a crumbled piece of paper. Scribbled with harry's handwriting. It read his phone number but why would he give me this?

"Keep in contact Charlotte I would like to get to know you better, after all were going to be here for awhile,since our 'take me home' tour is over now." He smiled before gesturing his hand a wave.

"Thank you" I smirked, reaching for the door handle one agian.

I accidentally slammed the car door, storming my way to the door from the icy pour, sweaty palms grabbed tightly around the railing, as I stepped inside. The house was empty, then I remembered I skipped school today.

Notes

Charry? Maybe a good ship name? Or I'm trying to think of a ship name for Louis.... :)

Xx
With lots of love.
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