So, this is a LiLo fic, and I got the idea, cause I've had the stomach bug for a while, and I have a terrible headache, and when my sister asked how it felt, I said "Like a freaking hangover." And I was watching a LiLo video, and this was formed. Enjoy=)

Disclaimer: I sadly, do not own these amazing five boys, yet. I'm working on it.

I groaned loudly and rolled over. Where the hell was I? I looked around and realized I was somehow in Harry's room. Suddenly I remembered going to Hazza's place for a party, but I really didn't remember much past 7:00 that evening. My head was pounding. Before I knew it I was running to the bathroom, very, very sick. See, I never drank much. The only person who could ever convince me to was Harry. I don't know why I ever went to his parties. Always got me into trouble.

I walked back into Harry's room after that terrible experience, only to notice something I hadn't before.

There appeared to be another person in that bed with me.

Holy crap. I really hope I didn't hook up with some chi-

"Liam?"

OH! Good.

"Good morning, Tommo!" I said with a smile, very grateful that it was my best friend in bed with me, and not some random chick I'd screwed in my drunken path.

"How... how ya feeling, Li?" he asked hesitantly.

"Uh, fine, Lou. Something wrong? Are you gonna be sick, too? I already was," I said sympathetically.

He shook his head. "I didn't drink anything last night. Once Harry got you off your face, I had to stay sober and keep people from killing each other."

"Wow, thanks Tommo. I don't know what we'd do without you!"

"...Li?" he asked me, with some strange look in his eyes... what was that?

"Yes, Louis?"

"Exactly how far back do you remember from last night?"

"I got off my face at 6:30. I remember nothing past 7:00."

"...Oh."

I kept looking at him. Something was wrong.

"So why were you in my bed, Tommo?" I asked with a wink.

My simple teasing that we all normally would have blown off with a laugh, seemed to terrify Louis. He glanced frantically around the room.

"I- uh- Harry- He put me- he told- said to - check on you-stay with you," he stammered out.

"Alright, Louis?"

"You really don't remember anything?"

"Nothing," I replied, shaking my head. What has gotten into this lad?

"I- uh- that's- good- bye!"

"LOUIS!"

It was too late. Louis was already gone, and on his way to his new flat he had just moved into.

That was so odd. It was almost like Lou was very glad I didn't remember what happened.

It was almost as if he was hiding something.

It was almost as if something bad happened.

It was almost as if... NO!

Liam, Liam, Liam, that can't be it!

Nothing happened!

But... but what if it did...

Can you guys guess what it is? ;) bet ya can! For the purpose of this story, Louis moved out of his and Harry's flat when Harry came of age, so he could have more privacy.

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-OnTheFlipSidexx