Forever and Always

six

All I remember about last night is thinking I was kissing the love of my life, Harry Edward Styles. And luckily, it was the weekend, so this killer headache wouldn't have to be dealt with while I was in class.

The school just finished their first full week of school and I was honestly so glad it was over. Club and extra curricular sign ups were soon, Raygan really wanted Elena and I to join theatre but Bo volunteered.

Thank you Bo. You are very much appreciated.

I hear my phone ringing and I groan. Literally the loudest noise I've ever made. Except maybe when I freaked out that I blew up my fucking school. I screamed that time though.

"Hello?" I hadn't bothered checking the caller ID so I really had no clue who was calling.

"Elliot, how's school?" It was my dads voice. I knew Harper or Lilah had made him call me. Harper wasn't super sweet but she always cared. And Lilah made sure that my dad came to every school activity I had. Literally. She'd cancel some meetings for him sometimes.

"Dad! God, I feel like I'm gonna die. It's so weird here. Everyone's either rich as fuck or a criminal."

"Well you're both," he said in a monotone.

"Who made you call?"

"What? Nobody, I just wanted to-"

"Dad. I'm not stupid, I know either Harper or Lilah made you call and you're gonna talk for a few minutes then say you have to go." I started getting angrier.

He might not like the fact that he never has time for me, but there's no need to lie about it.

"Harper, she said that you'd be going crazy without a taste from home."

"Without a taste from my house. You're not home." And then i hang up.

Yeah super fucking shallow to say that, but he needed it.

"Why in the fuck are you so loud?" I hear Atlas from across the room. Honestly forgot he existed but it's whatever.

"Attie, I am totally not in the mood for your fuckery, so please, as disrespectfully as possible, leave me the fuck alone." I tell him as rudely as my hungover self can muster.

Hopping out of bed, I grab some pain killers from my bathroom bag and then walk to the bathroom to get rid of the nasty alcohol and vomit smell.

Bo had posted on his story a video of Raygan and I throwing up outside the bar on our way to my car. It was disgusting, but hilarious. Cammie was standing there, hugging on Atlas and Elena was crying. Don't ask why because I will never know.

Showering felt so good, but also brought back memories of last night.

Memories of me making out with Atlas. That's who made me think I was kissing Harry Styles. Fuck.

After my shower, I was rushing too much to question the living life out of Atlas, that I ran to our room with just a towel wrapped around me.

"We made out last night?!" I bathed in the room.

"You know, you could've at least put clothes on," was all he said. No 'yeah we did' or 'yeah you were fucking amazing' just 'you could've put clothes on'.

"So you're telling me that we did make out in the common room last night and Cammie flipped on me?" I questioned urgently.

"I'm telling you that you kissed me while drunk so it doesn't really quite count. But yeah, Cammie wanted you dead." Atlas laughed. He laughed. The fucking audacity.