Tell Me I’m A Wreck | Declan + Louis
Louis' head was pounding, and regret was definitely filling his mind for drinking so much the night before. A groan left his lips as he rolled onto his side, ending up on the edge of the bed, and reaching for his phone. Even the trill of his phone ringing made him more annoyed than he already was. When Declan answered, he didn't quite catch what he said, some sort of greeting he guessed, so it wasn't that important. "I feel like shit, help me I can't see--" Fuck, "I fell on the ground," He mumbled into the phone. So there he was, laying on the ground, asking Declan to come and help him. That was just a little bit pathetic wasn't it?
Luckily, Declan had agreed, mostly because he said he would last night-- Louis assumed anyway. Hanging up his phone, he left it on the ground and started to army crawl over to the little bar fridge he'd bought since he was never willing to get off his ass to go to the kitchen downstairs. Louis reached his hand up, grasping the handle, which he could already feel the cold of the fridge from, and opening it. In finding a water bottle, surprising he even had one, he took it and twisted the lid off, then let the cold liquid run down his throat. He set it beside him after, and stayed there on the ground, waiting for Declan.