The Wires Case [ h.s ]

chapter 25

"and if you hear me leaving in the morning
could you just pretend that it was only wind?
cause I can't love you even if I want to
got a lot to work through you don't know where I've been."

:')

Brooke Wires

The pale morning sunlight hits my face as my eyes stay closed. It doesn't feel warm , more just like a light in my eyes.

I never feel the light in the mornings, I always close my blinds because when it's summer the sunlight is so strong it always wakes me up before 6am and that's a crime.

And even if it's winter, I can't sleep with brightness hitting me in the face. Normally in that season the only form of light would be by the lamppost beside my window, but still I can't.

So as I keep feeling the rays in my face I try to open my tired eyes that literally feel like they're glued down.

They first focus on the sun, hidden behind clouds but still noticeable. Then, they travel to the open window, one that it's definitely not mine, or Jack's.

Where am I?

There's a smell that brings me comfort, and I stare around to look at the unfamiliar but familiar bedroom. I've been here before.

As I rub one of my eyes, I stare down at myself. I'm still wearing my black sweatpants, but my top is replaced by a green flannel that smells like him.

I'm at Harry's house.

Fuck.

Shit.

No no no.

What happened yesterday? How did I end up here?

I close my eyes as I try and think about what I did yesterday to get me to this point.

I remember being at Jack's house, then leaving and walking until finding a store, I then remember drinking and walking again, but how did I end up here?

I didn't even know his house was close to the store! Fuck I'm a train wreck. I'm not drinking again.

Well...yes I am. But not today anymore...maybe.

Shit. Okay, it can't have been that bad I hope. He just um, helped me and that's it. Sure I didn't do anything dumb.

Right?

I sigh, knowing how I am when drunk. I have zero filter, I get playful as fuck and I do some stupid shit.

That's the main reason why I don't have a car. I crashed it into a lamppost for fucking fun because I was wasted. Almost ended in the hospital, but made it.

Apart from that, I have no clue how I acted with Harry, or what I said to him.

I'm not surprised if I traumatized him. Maybe that's good though, maybe he'll distance himself from me.

Speaking of Harry, where is he? I haven't seen him yet, and if I had someone over whom I supposedly hate I would want them out at the first sign of daylight.

I look around his room. There's a door that I'm pretty sure leads to a bathroom and I can't help but wonder if he's there.

I hope he is, because I don't really want to talk to him after whatever I said or did last night.

After lying in his comfortable bed for I don't know how much time since I woke up,I finally decide to sit up, my vision turning black for a few seconds and everything feeling a bit dizzy like it always happens—it doesn't help that I'm hungover also.