IS IT LOVE? CTH

Plans to meet 5 Seconds Of Summer

"Fuck off" I moaned burying my head deal under the pillows.

"Don't be a bore! Recover from your hangover and come tonight" Scott said, nudging and pulling me out of bed. I swatted his hands away. Scott Healy had been my best friend for years now, although he was a few years older than me it didn't affect our friendship from being so strong.

"Go away Scott!" I shouted at him.

There was only one way round this. I sat straight up and faced him, arms crossed over my chest, regardless of what state my appearance was in.

"Scott leave off! I got in at 4 this morning, it's now 11am, my 'ed is banging and I feel like I'm going to be sick any second"

He took one look at me and raised his arms in defeat.

"Fine. Stay in bed. But tonight you're coming out with me and the lads. They just got here from Australia and they really want to meet you. So wether you want to or not you are coming! Pick you up at 7, be ready Mia!" I knew from his tone in voice that he wasn't giving up easily.

"Fucking 'ell! Fine I'll be ready by then now piss off and let me sleep!" I sighed turning around, pulling my covers up to my neck.

"Great, see you tonight!" he said kissing the top of my head. I murmured something that didn't make sense, in attempt of a 'goodbye.'

The last thing I remember was Scott leaving the room and me falling into a deep sleep...

My name is Mia. I am 18 years old and 19 in two months. I dropped out of school to pursuit a career in photography. Scott and I met in a deserted skate park one day, it was in early winter and freezing cold. I remember being crouched down on the floor with my camera positioned to take a photo of some cool spray painted street art until he walked straight in front of my shot.  I was taking photos for a portfolio and he was coming home from band practice. Although I have lived in High Green Sheffield for the past 10 years, I lived in Liverpool before that. He approached me with a familiar Liverpool accent.

"You taking pictures of me or summit?"  He asked in a surprisingly friendly voice.

"You what? No actually you walked right infront of my shot" you snapped at him.

He didn't look taken back from the nasty approach to him. Instead he smiled showing off his perfect teeth.

"Scott" he simply stated readjusting his guitar over his shoulder, the he held his  hand out to me. I stared at his hand for a split second. Then I took it and he pulled me upright, now we were close nose to nose, or in my case nose to chest. I looked up into his dark blue eyes.

"Mia" I nodded shaking his hand.

And we have been best friends ever since.

-BACK TO THE FUTURE-

I awoke grouchily. It felt like someone was pushing a heavy weight on my head. The pain was unbearable. I tried to open my eyes slightly, the light burned into them so they were quickly shut. No I couldn't get up, it felt like utter death.

"I'll see you tonight!" Scott's voice rang through my head like a guilty conscious. I couldn't let him down. I had been promising to come out with him and always made an excuse every time he'd ask me. There's no backing out on this one Mia. I urged myself out of bed thinking of my best friends feelings. I managed to sit up. Suddenly I felt a wave of nausea wash over men, making my head spin. I was going to vomit. I quickly stood up my vision hazy and the room spinning around me. I stumbled towards the direction of my bathroom, eventually I got to the toilet seat and collapsed next to it. Then it came, my body shuddered forward, tears stung in my eyes and my throat burns.

"Oh god" I muttered under my breath after throwing all that up. I flushed the toilet and wearily stood up. Oh the joys of a terrible hangover. I turned on the shower full blast and turned the dial to hot. I striped of my creased t-shirt and underwear then climbed in, letting the warm water wash over me, drenching me and waking me up. I grabbed the shampoo,  squeezed a dollop into my hand and started to massage it into my scalp trying to recall some events of last night. I sighed and carried on rinsing off the shampoo. After I'd finished conditioning my hair and washing my body, I turned the shower off and climbed out grabbing the nearest towel and wrapping it around myself.

I padded from the bathroom and back into my bedroom. Living in an apartment by myself didn't have it's advantages at times. Thank god Scott only lived above me. I felt fresher and more alive after that shower. I left m hair in a towel turban and walked over to my wardrobe, opened it carelessly and changed into underwear, high waisted skinny jeans, black converse, an All Time Low band t-shirt and denim jacket. I also put on a gold necklace to brighten up my outfit slightly. I turned to face the mirror in my wardrobe and sighed. It will do, I'm only going to someone's apartment for a few drinks I wouldn't stay late anyways. I walked back into the bathroom to clean my teeth and sort my hair.

An hour later I had my soft brown waves cascading round my shoulders, minty fresh breath and a face of makeup. I checked the time and it was 8pm. Scott where are you? Then I remembered I hadn't ate anything since yesterday afternoon. I walked into the kitchen, searched the cupboard and fridges empty. Apart from butter, tomatoes and bread. I forgot to go shopping! Then there was that familiar knock.

"Open up bitch!"

Scott Healy.

Alright,alright you impatient bastard" I mumbled under my breath, unlocking my front door and letting him in.

"Hey Mia!" he said embracing me into a hug, then held me at arms length. "Well this is certainly an improvement from this morning, you don't look like a scuff anymore!" he chuckled.

"Oh shut up" I said slapping him across the chest.

"No, no you look amazing Mia" he said trying to win me back. I chose to ignore him and start collecting my things. My phone, keys and money.

"Alright let's go then" I said turning to my best friend.

Then it was my turn to stop and stare at him, I looked him up and down Scott had always been into the causal fashion that was going about. Tonight he was wearing a black fred perry with white and red tips, black jeans, Adidas gazelles and a Harrington jacket.

"What ya lookin at?" he said in his Liverpool accent.

I shook my head grinning.

"Oh nothing come on let's go!"