I woke up early the next morning on a huge, uncomfortable boulder.
The sun was just beginning to rise, making the lake shine brilliantly in its light.
I yawned as I looked out at the lake, stretching out my stiff body. That’s what get for sleeping on a rock.
As I snapped out of lala-land, I noticed that Harry was still curled up on the rock besides me. I couldn’t believe he had stayed out there all night with me. He was a good guy; I think people just severely misunderstood him. Sure, he was stubborn, but obviously he’s had some sort of trauma that is keeping him from being more open with people. I knew I had to give him a chance though, especially because no one else seemed like they would.
Harry began to stir; he sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes.
“Oh shit,” he groaned, realizing he was still outside.
“Morning,” I smiled at him. I don’t know why I was always smiling around him. He wasn’t particularly friendly, yet he always seemed to have this weird effect on me.
“Were we out here all night?”
I nodded.
He wiped his face and leaned back on his hands. “Lou is going to have my head.”
“Let’s go find him then; maybe he got trashed and stayed here. I don’t think he came looking for you.”
The sun peeked over the mountains as we climbed the stairs to the house. What we saw when we went inside was exactly what I expected. There were bottles and cans everywhere; red cups littered the floor and the house reeked of booze. Toilet paper was everywhere and I want to sure why, but I just kept walking. Every now and then I would step in a puddle; I didn’t want to know what of.
Harry must’ve spotted Louis because he quickly made a bee-line straight for one of the couches.
Harry shook his friend. He was oddly spooning Zayn Malik, which made Harry and I laugh when we approached them. Suddenly, Harry looked at me with a devilish grin.
“OOIIII! TOMMO! WAKE UP YA FILTHY BASTARD!” Harry screamed right in his ear.
Louis groaned, swatting at the air as if to tell Harry to buzz off.
“LEWIS!”
“Piss off, Harold,” Louis moaned.
“We have to go Lou, come on. I’ll drive, obviously,” he rolled his eyes, which made be chuckle.
Louis sat up slowly, staring at us with glazed-over eyes.
“Loui—“
Louis held a finger up to Harry’s lips; Harry’s eyes went wide.
“Stop talking so loud,” he whined.
Harry laughed and helped his friend up. As they walked to the door, I saw Louis look back at Zayn who seemed like he had gotten lonely in his sleep now that Louis wasn’t there to spoon with him. Weird.
As they were about to cross the threshold, Harry looked back at me with a small smile. As he stared back at me, I was enveloped by a war,, tingling feeling all over my body.
I closed the door behind them slowly; I slid down the door and sat on the floor, head in my hands.
What was happening to me?
Just then, Zayn sat up.
“Where’d Louis go?”
I smiled. What was happening to us?
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Promise Me (N.S.)
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