quarantined // H.S. FANFIC

Six

"Holy shit! What are these?" He asks holding up a bottle filled with an array of blue and white pills.

"None of your fucking business," I reply, shushing him and snatching it back.

I take my pen out, twisting on a half used cart and handing it to him, in hopes of shutting him up. It seemed to have worked because he stalked out of the closet, taking a long hit.

Before I know it, my baby of a brother is trying to hold back his cough, while Harry and I are sitting on the couch laughing at him. Sarah just stared at him with a worried expression.

Soon enough, we were all stoned, sitting on the couch in my room, talking and munching away on a bunch of snacks Liam brought up for us earlier.

"Food tastes sooooooooo good," Liam exclaimed, dragging out his words and stuffing a handful of chips into his mouth.

"You said it man," Harry said in agreement mimicking Liam's actions.

Eventually we got into a long conversation about school and how Harry and Liam were bummed out about not being able to play lacrosse at university. I so graciously interrupted, bringing up the fact that I'm missing out on the last and best part of my senior year. Spring break is down the drain, prom is probably not happening, and I can't even see my friends or spend my last few months at home at the beach. Who knows if I'll even be able to go away to uni next year.

After my rant, Liam and Harry took over the conversation, and Sarah was already fast asleep on my bed. I drowned out the boy's conversation, becoming too aware of how close Harry and I were sitting. My bare thigh was rubbed up against his shorts which were dangerously scrunched up on his legs. Goose bumps covered my body and a chill ran through me. I was all of a sudden extremely horny and the only thing that would satisfy me was Harry.

"Bro, I'm exhausted and its super late," Liam yawned, "I think it's time to call it a night."

Harry stood up from the couch, our skin no long in contact, my body yearned for his touch, even if he wasn't aware he was giving it to me. I stood up along with him and walked over to my bedroom door, quietly opening it for the boys. Liam walked out first, saying goodnight, and when Harry was about to walk out, he stopped right in the door way turning his head toward me. His green eyes staring into my blue ones, almost like we were exchanging a conversation. It was like we read each others minds.

I wasn't tired, and I could tell Harry wasn't either, not even in the slightest. We stood there for a few seconds, till we both became aware of the awkward silence.

"Well-" Harry started, but I interrupted.

I don't know what came over me, but I was striaght forward with him, telling him I wasn't tired.

"So I'm actually gonna head downstairs for a bit," I went on, nodding my head toward a sleeping Sarah.

Harry just nodded, but headed to his room. I became a little disappointed till he hesitated opening his door, than called for me through the dark hallway.

"Actually, do you mind if I join you?"

"I guess..."