"Rose!" Louis groaned and pulled the pillow over his eyes, but it was too late. He was awake.

"What?" Rose smirked. "You didn't take my advice, so I'm going to bother you to no end."

The blinding headache made Louis feel incredibly sick, and the light Rose had brought in when she opened the curtains was making it worse.

"Shhhh," Louis mumbled "not so loud."

"Hey, I told you to stop at one, but you didn't listen, so this is your fault." Rose answered in a louder voice.

Louis cringed and covered his ears. "Go away," he moaned miserably.

Rose shook her head. "Nope. You got drunk, you get the hangover. Doesn't mean I should change my behavior."

"Oh shut up," Louis mumbled, the headache multiplying by ten.

Rose smirked. "Never Little Louis."

"I told you not to call me that!"

"Still doesn't stop me from calling you Little Louis now does it?" Rose said, an eyebrow raised as she sat on the corner of his bed, the pale blue sheets wrinkling slightly. Louis's reply of 'no' came out muffled as he said it through his pillow.

"What was that?" Rose asked, her voice steadily growing in volume. "I couldn't hear you."

"I said no! Now will you please shut up!" Louis said angrily, flinching at all the light and noise, making his head hurt more along with his stomach.

"Oh," Rose said softly, appearing nonchalant. "I just thought you might want this." She pulled out of her pocket a small glass vial filled with a clear liquid. A hangover potion. "Curtesy of your Mum, you know, Little Louis."

"I told you not to call me that!" Louis said, reaching to take the vial. Rose gave it to him, then got up. She walked over the worn wooden floor. "you better take that now, and I won't call you that anymore….LouBooh."