Red Volkswagen || h.s.

august

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august slipped away like a moment in time
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SMUT WARNING (nothing crazy but it's there lol)

BROOKLYN'S POV

The thing that wakes me up is a headache. Thank god it's not a pounding one, or else I would be much crankier and irritable than I already feel right now. My room is also freezing.

I don't even remember what time we got home last night, but I know it wasn't so late that it could've been considered early morning. I have no idea what time it is now, or where anyone is.

I really want to go back to sleep, but my body isn't letting me, and therefore I have to endure this until I muster the strength to get up or until someone comes and saves me.

I groan, reaching up to rub my temples and tucking myself completely under the covers. My death grip on the pillow loosens and I notice how thirsty I am.

Where the hell is Harry?

I toss the covers off of me, rubbing my eyes open and adjusting them to the minimal light coming into my room through the curtains. Even though I don't want to move, I force myself to at least sit up and grab my phone to check the time.

Almost eleven.

The house is quiet, but only because we all split up again last night like we did yesterday afternoon. We were planning ahead and trying to avoid everyone having to crash on the floor of my living room and then wake up with headaches and backaches.

Harry and I were the only ones who came back here. At least I think so. The drowsiness and tiredness mixed with the aftermath of the drinks didn't help my memory of the very last part of last night; I remember up until Harry and I came in and Cooper got really excited, and then I think I was falling in and out of consciousness because I don't remember putting these clothes on or putting my hair in a braid.

I mean, last night was fun as hell, so I don't really mind that the only part I don't remember is getting ready for bed. Now I just don't want to get out of bed.

Thank god I don't feel sick, because that would be a different story.

Muffled voices in the kitchen pull my attention– my mom's voice, specifically. And then Harry's, which makes sense. But then I think I hear Liam, Hadley, and Zayn, and I have no idea what's happening because they didn't walk through the door with us last night, and I wouldn't expect to see them this early today.

The voices continue and I find myself wanting to see what's going on, so I stand up, pause and let the dizziness subside, then trudge over to my desk to see the mess that is my appearance, at which I heavily grimace. I sigh, take my hair out of the braid and run my fingers through it, brush through the ends, and then throw it back up in a loose ponytail because it's too gross to leave down. Then, I quickly run across the hall to brush my teeth and wash my face to try and make myself look a little bit better than I feel.

My mom's is the first voice I hear when I come out of the bathroom and begin to walk down the hallway, but I can't tell what she's saying because she's talking so softly. She stops talking completely when she sees and hears me emerge, and then seven other pairs of eyes are on me and I immediately grow confused.

"What?" I say, my eyes bouncing between all of their faces. Their mellow, serious, somber faces. "What is happening?" I question carefully.

"Um..." My mom speaks up, but she doesn't continue. She's leaning next to Harry on the counter and she looks over to him, and he finally looks up at me. His eyes are red and puffy and that's when my anxiety begins to grow.