How To Break A Heartbreaker's Heart?• L.S. • *Completed*

8: He's SO confusing.

Hey... Um I'm not feelin' that great but anyways about this story.

Enjoy.

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* Louis' POV*

I have never regretted doing anything so much, not even coming out as gay, than coming to this damned party.

I had woke up on the floor.

I mean, sure, I could've fallen off my bed or something, but to my utmost horror, I find out that I'm not even in my room, let alone my bed.

Liam! Where is he?!

I remember faintly, about some blonde kid, taking Li along with him.

I hope the kid did not drug Li or something.

I am sure, Liam wouldn't leave me, he is quite responsible.

I don't even remember anything else.

But, what I seriously don't understand is, that why are there any tear stains on my face and my eyes are swollen?

Who covered me with a blanket?

Why is head pounding like a bass drum? Why--?

Oh now I probably am rambling. . .in my head. . Whatever.

Guess I'll have to look for some medicine, for this unbearable headache.

Just as I'm about to get up, I notice something.

I am not able to get up!

It hurts to even move. Wait..

What? Why? I look everywhere for a possible injury. What a great first party.

My ankle is swollen up and now I'm in a lot of pain.

My head is throbbing, ankle swollen and I feel like throwing up because of panic.
I couldn't have felt worse if I tried.

I'm gonna miss these feelings after I reach home. . . if I reach home.

Note the sarcasm.

I'm relieved when I hear footsteps coming to the room.

Someone can help me.

"Help! Anybody who's out there, please help!" I shout.

The door opens, revealing a demonically smiling Curls, carrying a plate of pancakes, who just gives me a frown, then turns away.

What?

I don't even notice when he comes back inside.

I'm suddenly aware of his divine(demonic) presence when he lifts me up bridal style.

I try to struggle but that just leads him to tighten his hold.

I can't believe he's helping me.

The Stupid. Worthless. Twink.

He's such a charmer. Seriously my subconscious needs to shut the fruck up. Yeah I said FRUCK up.

I use everything in my power to look as if I hate being in his arms, but I don't think I succeed as I let out a small whimper when his hand accidentally grips my bum.

He looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

I roll my eyes at him and point to my ankle.

He just smirks a too innocent to be true smirk and continues down the great flight of stairs.