Second Chances

Chapter 6

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Songs of Inspiration:

Never Say Never - the Fray

Latch (acoustic) - Sam Smith *congrats to him on all of his Grammys last night!!who watched?*

The City - Ed Sheeran

You Need Me, I Don't Need You - Ed Sheeran

Live While We're Young - One Direction

My eyelids flutter open to the blank ceiling above me, and an all too familiar head pounding comes and bites me out of no where. I groan, too lazy to move let alone get up from my spot on the couch. I scrunch my nose as an unpleasant smell wafts through my nostrils, when I find Lou's foot by my face.

"Get your fucking foot off of me," I push his leg off of me, which is actually the only part of him on the couch. The rest of his body is on the floor as he is sprawled out between beer bottles and shot glasses.

"Eleanor stop," Louis whines.

"I'm Harry you dip shit," I answer back, my voice still groggy.

Louis takes a few moments of adjusting to the scenery, before quickly sitting up and whacking his head on the coffee table in doing so, resulting in a string of curses to fall from his mouth.

"You done?" I ask him, as steam pours from his ears in his sort of way to regulate his attitude.

"Yeah, I don't like this table," he rubs his head while standing up.

"I'll get rid of it if you want me too," I tell him.

"Really?" he asks astonished.

"Of course. Actually, I will leave it outside and call the garbage disposal men to pick it up, and I'll go out and buy one today," I tell him, sitting up whilst ignoring the searing pain in the back of my head from my hungover state.

"Sweet. Deserves to be in the trash, since it's a piece of shit," he kicks the leg of the table, and then lets yet another f bomb slip out as it was a pretty stupid plan to do so, in only socks.

"I'll have some coffee and then we can head out," Louis says, heading to the kitchen.

"It's okay, I'll go alone," I tell him, not wanting to disrupt my plans. I don't need him to get involved, I don't think it would be best for him.

"You sure? I don't mind," he shrugs, playing around with the coffee maker he clearly does not know how to manage.

"Yeah, take it easy today. From what I can remember from last night, you had plenty more beverages than I did," I laugh, and he only smirks.

"Sounds about right," he says, and I help him out with the appliance before he breaks it.

In ten minutes tops, I am dressed and ready to go with a cup of coffee courtesy of Louis. He even had a prepared breakfast of a few bagels and some eggs that I quickly scarf down.

"Feel free to do whatever you want," I inform him of locations of everything he would ever need in the house before locking up and heading to my car out front.

I follow the directions to the restaurant that I went out to not very long ago, but continue to drive down streets passed it. I drive aimlessly, vaguely remember anything about the scenery from that night besides it being a rather dark night.

I choose to park on the street in a spot that I will have to pay for the longer I stay, but I don't really care about the money. I don't plan on staying for centuries, and even then I think I could squeeze enough money to pay for the parking.