The alarm went off at 10:35 A.M, Louis sneered in annoyance as he slowly became conscious trying to ignore the loud and obnoxious sound, but it was useless. He stuffed his face into the pillow, and groaned loudly as he slammed his fist on the big red button that lay on top of the clock. Louis slowly pushed himself up, to where his head rested on the border of the wooden bed frame, taking in a deep breath and yawning. He stretched, moaning in pleasure as he came to a relaxing halt.

This big shot had just woken up from a long night of partying. His back ached from shaking his ass all night long, and worst of all, there are bags under his restless eyes. Ugh, what a disaster. He scratched the back of his head and suddenly froze when he felt the quick but remaining shock of soreness while lifting his arm.

“Goddamn, what the hell did I do to fuck myself up this bad…?” his eyebrows creased as he whimpered, hating the current state he was in, which put him in a disgustingly foul mood. He didn't want this to ruin his day more than it already has, so he chose to look around the room for any further information, realizing that his, and someone else’s clothes, were scattered across the floor.

“Ugh....” he whined,

“What happened...?” He mentioned in a hoarse tone, quickly noticing that he wasn’t in the comfort of his home, but elsewhere. Scanning the room for any other evidence of what had happened; He looked over his shoulder and noticed a woman lying naked beside him, sleeping so peacefully, under the thick gray goose feather blanket. Louis didn't mind her presence for a split second, as his eyes darted across the room, shifting his gaze between anything that seemed to catch his attention. He sighed, trying to remember the events of last night, but it was no use, his memory was foggy and trying to remember wasn't doing him any justice. It all just felt like a really quick blur, leaving him with some quick mental snapshots of the events that took place. He can’t seem to remember the fact that he was smoking anything from pot to tobacco, or drinking straight hard liquor from the bottle, and Practically making out with almost every hot chick or cute guy on the dance floor, which ultimately lead up to the point of stringing someone along with him.

Louis then glanced back at the woman sleeping beside him, taking a quick look and exploring what was displayed in front of him.

He closely examined her, poking her face, in which she seemed to be nothing but a lifeless body. He leaned in, examining her facial features. Her eyelashes seemed long and wispy, but somehow fake. Her nose and lips were thin but well defined. Her apple red lipstick smudged across her face along with patches of foundation smeared onto the pillow casing. Under her eyes, there seemed to be dried up streams of flowing mascara, that looked like it dripped down to the bottom of her chin.

He wasn't going to be dishonest with himself but this sloppy face of hers looked really sexy, giving him all sorts of ideas of what he would've done to her, but only if he could remember. Overall though, she looked, KINDA, gorgeous, and he kinda hated to admit it. He wasn't too sure why, but these types of women weren't exactly his type.

“Is she an omega…?” he curiously asked himself as he leaned in, smelling the air that lay around her. In this world, all omegas are beautiful in an alphas eye. But, she didn't smell like one. The woman's pheromones didn't give off the “sweet and intoxicating” smell, that most omegas have. She also doesn't give off the threatening smell of another alpha. He decided to take a few more whiffs but instead, she smelled minty and resinous. The closer he got, the stronger the pheromones were, up to the point where Louis could almost taste it. So maybe she is a beta after-all..? Who knows. With the amount of people Louis has ever slept with, none have ever smelled like her. But, he brushed it off and thought nothing of it.

Quickly snapping out of the moment, Louis glanced over at the clock, realizing the time and how much time he's spent zoning out. ‘Oh fuck!’ his eyes widened as he read 10:55. He needed to get the fuck out of there and quick.

He didn’t have time to sit here and lollygag about stupid shit, bating his eyes over some chick he can practically find anywhere.

He abruptly stood up, the blankets slid and fell onto the bed that lay behind him, exposing his manhood and bare, muscular chest.

Louis stood up too fast, immediately regretting his decision on doing so. He became super light headed to the point where he stumbled onto the wall beside him, nearly falling onto the floor. He slowly regained his posture, stabilizing himself and hoping that he can swiftly get over this hangover soon.

He looked over his shoulder, then back at the ground, and instantaneously snapped his head back, looking at the woman.. A distasteful look spread across his face as he realized the current situation that he's in.

Oh Louis the so great, felt internally conflicted. He didn't want to just leave her there, he could’ve and would’ve done so, but His soft hearted nature didn't allow him too.

But she is just a one night stand. A nobody. Someone he's probably never going to see again…...Right?

“Did I even use protection…? I’m pretty sure I did...?” he stated reassuringly, Or so he thought.

He decided to scribble down and leave his contact information on a small-yellow-sticky note that he found in one of the motels’ drawers. It consisted of his personal email and phone number, only meant for her to contact him just in case of an emergency. Louis retraced the letters he wrote down, over and over again to emphasize in big, bold letters, “JUST IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY.” he didn't want this turning into anything more than just a hookup. From past experiences, Louis made a promise to himself that he wouldn't allow any relationships to go beyond that of a fuck buddy. To avoid getting hurt. So he’s kept his word ever since.

He’s only making this exception, bending his own rules, his own standards, for this random woman all because this is the first time he would have to leave first, plus he would feel guilty if something were to happen to her, almost entirely because of the fact that it could damage his reputation.

“Ugh…” he needed to hurry.