I Want What You Have - l.s

Chapter 5 - Harry

"Why would you buy a new blender?! The other one worked perfectly fine."

"No, obviously it didn't or I wouldn't have gotten a new one!"

"We don't need to be wasting money on appliances we don't even use!"

"What are you even going on about? I use the blender all the time! Besides, it's my money."

Harry pulls a pillow over his head to drown out the yells coming from downstairs, the euphoria from the previous night having worn off the second their shouts floated into his bedroom. This is the worst part. They're not even fighting about anything meaningful, it seems like they just argue for the sake of it. His head is already throbbing from the slight hangover he's currently sporting, their fighting really doesn't help. He groans, pulling his phone off his nightstand as they continue to bicker over what to do with their money.

Harry blinks his eyes open, focusing on the time: 11:32 AM. Oh shit! He's gotta meet his friends at the river at noon and Louis is supposed to pick him up at 11:45. Harry drags himself out of bed and into the bathroom to get ready.

He returns to his bedroom after washing his teeth and face. No point in taking a shower or doing his hair if he's about to go jump into a river. Harry grabs a snapback off the hook on the inside of his closet door, pulls on some golden-yellow trunks with white stripes going down the sides, and pairs it with a black AC/DC branded t-shirt.

He quickly grabs his bag and packs it with some water, sunscreen, towel, and a change of clothes (just in case) before grabbing his sunglasses which he promptly puts on and checks to make sure he's got everything. Harry yells goodbye to his parents and races out the door before he can hear their reply, just as Louis' car is pulling up.

Harry grins as he jogs up to the passenger door before realising Niall is already sitting there. His smile falters just a bit. Niall has his own car and his house is farther from Louis' Dad's than Harry's.

"Hey," Harry says breathlessly as he pulls his long legs into the car, squishing them a bit into the backseat, and places his bag on the seat beside him.

"Good morning Harry!" Niall replies happily, Louis hums his hello. "How're you feeling?"

"Not too bad, how about you Nialler?"

"Perfect as always! Although I am a bit surprised about you..." Harry furrows his eyebrows from the backseat. "Ya know, considering you seemed pretty hammered last night. You left the party after me which is saying a lot." Oh. Well, yeah okay that makes sense.

The mention of the party causes blurry memories to flit through Harry's mind. The events from the night before seem to wash through his head like a movie trailer: killing it onstage with 5SOS, hanging out with James and the rest of his friends, barely seeing Louis and getting hung up on when Harry had called him...

"Yeah, I dunno I think I was more high off adrenaline than actual substances to be honest." Niall nods his head in understandment. "By the way, how come you picked Niall up first Lou? Isn't it easier for you to come get me first? I didn't even know we were taking Niall there."

Niall turns his head towards Louis with what looks like panic in his eyes. Something is definitely going on here. "Oh, well uhh... obviously Niall can't be driving himself home afterwards with how much beer he brought so he couldn't drive himself." Louis tries.

"Yeah, I get that but wouldn't it have been easier for Liam to get him." Harry looks back and forth between the boys who seem like they're trying to communicate telepathically.

"I'm just curious is all." Harry says after a few seconds filled with silence.

A couple more moments pass until Louis finally speaks up, "Err, Niall wanted me to come get the beer with him, so I just picked him up first so we could go to the spirit shop before we came and got you."