Louis woke up with a headache. He rapidly blinked as the morning sunlight hit his face. He looked to his left and as he figured, you were gone. He didn't really care. His one-night stands usually left before he woke up or left right after. So he was used to it.

He sat up and grabbed a cigarette from his nightstand. He lit it and rubbed his face. The sound of footsteps and the toilet flushing caught his attention. His eyes narrowed as you exited the bathroom.

"You're still here."

He stared at you with his usual cold gaze as he continued to smoke his cigarette and leaned against the headboard with his naked body covered by the blanket.