Drunk texting your ex is never a good idea especially when you haven't talked to him in ages. But Louis took texting your ex to a whole new level. He wrote and recorded a song for Harry and send it to him. But how do you explain that? And how do you...
The next morning Louis woke up with the worst headache he ever had. He felt like a train was running his head over again and again. He slowly sat up and tried to remember what happened last night. Although he could recall some of the events a huge part of the evening was blurry. He couldn't remember how he got home and how he got into bed but seemed like it worked out.
Aftera few minutes Louis got up to get a glass of water and some painkillers and went straight back to bed and fell asleep.
He woke up to his phone ringing. He turned over, reached for his phone and froze. He got pale and couldn't move for what felt like eternity. "Louis you idiot what have you done?" he asked himself. He struggled to unlock his phone but eventually got in. With shaking hands he opened his messenger. The first message was from someone called H. The message read: "Care to explain?! – H". Explain? What could he have possible done? It had to be quiet serious, otherwise Harry wouldn't hit him up. Louis really wanted to open the chat but he was to afraid to see what he had done.
Louis got up and took a shower hoping that the cold water would clear his head but it only made everything worse. Because Louis was awake now, and although he knew that this was not just a weird nightmare he still hoped to wake up and realise that he didn't do anything stupid. But that wish should not come true. He was wide awake and terrified.
Inorder to delay his inevitable embarrassment he decided to get some toast and a cup of tea before facing the chat. He went to his kitchen made himself a cup of tea and some butter toast and had his breakfast. He was quiet anxious which made eating hard. After he finished he went back to his room, opened his phone,took a deep breath and opened the chat.
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"What was I thinking? Did I really recorded a hole ass song? Drunk? In the middle of the night? and did I really send this to Harry? TO HARRY FUCKING STYLES?!" Louis thought to himself.
"Fuck what should I reply? We haven't talked in so long I really don't know what to say. I guess I will just be straight up."
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Before Louis answered Harrys question he decided to listen to the song and take a look at the lyrics, lord knows what he admitted to Harry in that song. Louis got up and went to his dresser. There was a paper and written on it was "Harry I miss u" and what seemed to be the lyrics to the song.
Is it my imagination? Is it something that I'm taking? All the smiles that I'm faking "Everything is great Everything is fucking great" Going out every weekend Staring at the stars on the ceiling Hollywood friends, got to see them Such a good time I believe it this time
Tuesday night Glazed over eyes Just one more pint or five Does it even matter anyway?
We're dancing on tables And I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on Shit, maybe I miss you
Just like that and I'm sober I'm asking myself, "Is it over?" Maybe I was lying when I told you "Everything is great Everything is fucking great" And all of these thoughts and the feelings Cheers to that if you don't need them I've been checking my phone all evening Such a good time I believe it this time
Tuesday night Glazed over eyes Just one more pint or five Does it even matter anyway?
We're dancing on tables And I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on Shit, maybe I miss you
Now I'm asking my friends, how to say "I'm sorry" They say "Lad, give it time, there's no need to worry" And we can't even be on the phone now And I can't even be with you alone now Oh how, shit changes We were in love, now we're strangers When I feel it coming up I just throw it all away Get another two shots 'cause it doesn't matter anyway
We're dancing on tables And I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on We're dancing on tables And I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on Shit, maybe I'll miss you
"Well shit! I really send my Ex a song about how much I miss him and how horrible my life is without him. Not even I knew how fucked up I am. Damn it." "Why did he text me again? Man I hop he doesn't hate me. Please don't hate me? I think we need to talk about this."
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"Of course he wants to meet in the bakery. It has always been our safe place. I love the bakery"
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