Wake Me Up

Chapter Seven: Oh.

I didn't know what to do as Liam stood up abruptly, leaving a cool, chilling sensation to run over my skin. He rushed to the door to greet the visitors with a scowl and hushed whispering; a scolding he thought I couldn't hear, but what can I say when his whispering sounds like a sonic boom. They dragged a drunken looking fellow across the floor to another bed up the steps as he hollered odd things; crying out an mock agony as his hand rested over his heart, clutching at his chest dramatically. "She left me!" He yelled, as Liam and a blonde boy struggled to carry him the steps. "Why would she do that, Nialler? Why would she leave me without saying goodbye?" The blonde one, I assumed him to be Nialler, shrugged effortlessly. "It's your fault, you know." He stated, crossing his arms and digging his heels into the last step from the top, stopping them in their tracks, and if Liam and the blonde one hadn't had a good enough grip on themselves, they would have all potentially tumbled back down the steps pathetically. The blonde one sighed, sitting down next to the drunk one and slinging an arm over his shoulder.

"Look, Mate. If she left you, it wasn't meant to be. Now get your drunk arse up the steps and get to bed- you're going to have a massive hangover in the morning." He demanded, picking the drunk one up by the arm and tugging him up the last step, eventually getting him onto the mattress. The drunk one crossed his arms in a pout.

"But she left me, don't you understand that? I thought we were having a blast!" He exclaimed, turning over to lay on his face. "Just leave me here to die." Nialler, the blonde one, slapped a hand down on his friend's back, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing throughout the large hotel room.

"You don't mean that,"

"Yeah, I do. Just leave me here, to starve; to dehydrate; to drown myself in my own tears. Come get me when Cara comes." I froze at this, my heart beating loudly. What? Nialler laughed, standing up and dusting himself off.

"Don't worry yourself too much, Harry." He commanded, his Irish accent slicing through the cold, unwelcoming atmosphere with his friendly vibe. He seemed almost out of place in here, with his blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and pale skin. He seemed a perfect fit though, for these few friends didn't seem to have enough assurance in their lives- this guy, Nialler, seemed to dish this out as the ocean spins out sand. "Now, if you feel sick... The bathroom's down the hall, second door on the left. I don't advise you take a -you know what- in the closet." He joked, patting his friend on the back as he and Liam made their way back down stairs, closing in on my location.

"Who's this?" Nialler asked, sitting down beside me on the mattress, smiling a toothy smile to reveal perfectly straight, pearly white teeth. And more perfect teeth- of course. Liam grinned, a small blush creeping up to his cheeks as he settled into one of the modern art chairs the hotel had displayed in the large room. I was positive these chairs weren't in here to be used, but more to advertise a company's ugly works of art.

"Cara," I replied, extending my hand out to him in an offer for friendship. He seemed to tense at this, though I wouldn't be one to blame him for this. His friend, Harry, had just gone on and on about how he wanted to die because of me. What I had done, I knew, wasn't right, but it's not as if I can change it now. "What's your name?" He chuckled, taking my hand in his and planting a soft on the back of my palm.

"I'm sure you know it, yeh?" He chuckled, nudging me slightly. "I am a nationa-" Liam cut him off by standing abruptly, grabbing Nialler by the wrist and tugging him up the steps quickly. I watched as Liam lifted his hand, bringing it to collide with Nialler's face. It whisked to the side, his grunt echoing as well as Liam's attempt to hold back a pretentious chuckle of amusement.

"Don't tell her!" He exclaimed quietly, punching his friend in the arm. "I didn't tell her before for a reason, and I wish to keep it that way!" Nialler nodded slowly, turning towards me before leaning in, up to Liam's ear.

"Is that the girl?" He asked quietly, his eyes never straying from our strong gaze. Liam nodded. "And you two were...?" Liam nodded once again.  

"Oh."