Way Of Life - H.S & N.H

Confessions

The sun peeked through the gap in the curtains, whilst Shayla slept fully clothed, with last nights make up still on. Heather was also sounds asleep in the spare room, in much better shape than Shayla.

She'd been the most sober of the group, so had managed to change into pyjamas and wipe the remnants of last night away before sleeping.

Harry and Niall we're also around, spooning each other on the couch. Snores escaping both of their mouths, almost in perfect sync.

A sudden buzz of Shayla's phone jolted her awake. She grimaced in pain at her pounding headache.

Jeez, last night must have been a wild one.

She reached over to grab her phone, squinting at the brightness, before seeing a message from Heather.

Heather: Morning! You awake? x

Shayla chuckled at the fact she was texting but could've just walked meters and be in the same room.

Shayla: Well I am now 😂 How're you feeling? x

Heather: Sorry! I'm not too bad tbh, but I wasn't that drunk. Unlike some people, who made it plainly obvious that they were😉 x

Shayla frowned, she doesn't really remember much of last night, but it's clear Heather directed that towards her.

Throwing the covers off, Shayla planted her feet on the carpet and decided to head into Heather, to talk face to face.

The sudden change from lying down caused Shayla to have a wave of nausea, but it quickly disappeared once she'd made it the next room.

"Ah here she is! The woman of the hour!" Heather exclaimed. She watched Shayla's face turn into a frown, at the sheer volume of her voice, and then laughed.

"Ah someone's feeling a little delicate I see."

"Ugh fuck, I genuinely feel like I could drink the Nile right now!" Shayla chuckled at her own joke. Heather smiled in return.

Both girls decided to head downstairs and grab some breakfast. Well Heather would have the breakfast, Shayla would be drinking gallons of water and avoiding food for a couple hours.

They made their way into the lounge, before Shayla stopped. Noticing Harry and Niall on her couch. Heather paid no attention and went to start making food.

"Wait... I thought they went home?" Shayla whispered, just loud enough for Heather to hear.

"God how drunk were you Shay?! After... well... stuff happened. You invited the guys to stay over. Saved them getting cars home." Heather scanned Shayla's face for any signs of her remembering the events of last night.
But to no avail.

Shayla didn't have a clue.

"Honestly don't remember a thing. But that sounds like something I'd do. Woah wait... why did you say stuff happened like that? What happened?!" Shayla was becoming more concerned that something bad had occurred.

Her memory was usually pretty good but not when it came to alcohol.

"Uhhm... oh no! It's nothing bad. Well..." Heather paused and started speaking under her breath.

"....you did kiss Harry so I mean depends how you feel about that."

There was an awkward silence.

Heather knew Shayla had probably heard what she'd said but carried on making some breakfast.

Shayla was stunned. Frozen in place. Surely she would've remembered something as big as that.