Orphic//H.S.

Chapter 10

//besties..I kind of hate this until it gets about halfway through the chapter, so bear with me..please vote and comment xx//

Toni

Time.

It's a crazy thing when you think about it. There are sixty seconds in a minute, and sixty minutes in an hour. But, why does time move slower when you're alone? It's all the same amount, it doesn't change. All I know is I hate the feeling.

Harry and the rest of the guys left just less than an hour ago, but it feels like it's been at least four days. I won't say I necessarily enjoy their company. They're loud, obnoxious, and basically the enemy. But I also can't deny they're a bit fun to be around.

I mean, even in the midst of all of this shit, Niall managed to make me laugh and Liam and Zayn were able to fight and mess around like children. Louis is still a mystery to me. Our first impressions in the closet weren't the best way to meet, and it definitely didn't make me feel right.

And then there's Harry... Something about him makes me want to get closer but the reasonable part of my brain tells me to stay away. And if tonight's events account for anything, it just shows people shouldn't get close to me.

Trying to push people away for the past decade is failing miserably. I find myself wanting to be better friends with Niall and his infectious personality. Possibly even try to break Louis's hard shell.

It's been an hour alone. I've laid in bed for most of that trying to sleep, but apparently, my little nap earlier fucked up my sleep schedule. I tried watching TV, drinking tea, even fucking counting sheep. Nothing is working, and tomorrow will be hell.

With Sam gone, I have no idea what I'll be doing without her. Ben will probably be out or away for Christmas, and he's my only other real friend.

A voice tells me to call Harry, ask him to hang out, but we've been around each other for far too long for being people who just met yesterday. I don't know what this attachment is, or why it already is so strong, but it's there and I can't help but feel it.

Maybe Zayn would want to go out tomorrow. I am supposed to get him coffee at some point, and I definitely don't want to stand him up. He's very laid back and seems to have a good vibe to him. There's also something about him that's vaguely familiar...safe feeling.

My phone dings on the bedside table beside me, drawing my attention away from the ceiling above me. A message lights up the screen briefly before flashing away. Reaching out, I pick it up as another message comes through, making the device buzz in my hand.

The notification coming through is a text from an unknown number. Weird. From the drop-down bar, I can't read anything more than the first three words since the message is too long. The app opens, and I briefly skim the words, too curious for my own good.

i know it's late, and i'm really sorry, but please meet me in central

park in twenty minutes.

also, how do you take your coffee? xx

What the hell?

I have absolutely no idea who this is, why they want to meet, or why the hell they need to know my coffee order. But stupidly, I'm intrigued. Plus I have nothing better to do anyway.

I roll off the side of my bed, dropping the covers to the floor as I swing my legs over. The floor is freezing under me, making me shuffle quickly over to my dresser to get some socks. December is the worst time of the year, why the hell does it have to be so cold?