Wake Me Up

Chapter Eight: Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting

awoken to the sound of a door slamming, the pounding of their footsteps fading down the hallway. Realization hit me like a brick- I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. Just kidding. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. The aches and pains of sleeping on a couch, I tell you, are made out to be less painful than they really are.

     “Ah… So she awakens,” Someone spoke from a few paces away, flipping through the channels on the TV. “I thought you were dead,” they continued, chuckling slightly. “Do you remember anything that happened last night?” I shook my head, my blonde hair falling past my face a bit. “I didn’t think so…”

     “Do you want to… Talk about it?” A different one asked shakily, scratching the back of their neck. Their anxiety was killing me on the inside; it made me want to laugh out into the stiff atmosphere of the room, but what would that do me? Nothing. I nodded, sitting up a bit and wrapping the comforter around my shoulders. The air in the room was chilling to the bone; little help if you add the air conditioning. There was no sense of comfort shed from these two males as they sat across from me, stiff as rocks.

     “Well… First, you went to the bar-“ I stopped the blonde one there.

     “I know. How did I end up here… With you people?” The brunette scoffed, shaking his head, an angry smirk making its way to his once kind looking lips. “Of course.” I heard him mutter indignantly. The blonde one shook his head at his friend, his displeasure with his behavior appeared clear in the look of distaste he’d shown.

     “Let’s begin with this, shall we? I’m Niall,” He began, striking a pose. I giggled, nodding in response.

     “Hello Niall.”

     “And my friend here, his name is Liam, and the guy that just walked out… His name is Harry.” He said awkwardly, playing with his fingers. The Liam one stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair he had been sat on once before. He glared at me, his eyes seemingly burning small holes through my body.

     “Let’s cut the crap, Cara. You and I, we kissed. You called me last night saying you needed a place to stay because you and your friend were in a row. I said yeah, you came, and we ended up snogging, but who cares? You were clearly too drunk to even remember what happened!” He yelled, storming off to the door of the hotel room, swinging it open, and bounding away, his noisy feet heard even when he’d turned the corner. I sat still, not knowing what to do; not knowing what I’d done to deserve that. If I hadn’t gotten drunk like this Liam guy says I have, I might not have been in this mess right now. I wouldn’t be in the hotel room of a couple of strangers, two of them presumably angered with my actions. I turned to Niall, my finger pointed crookedly at the door Liam had just stalked out of.

      “Just… Give him a bit of time to cool down; to think. He does it too much, anyway.” He assured me, standing up and brushing himself off. “Want to get some food? I’m starved and haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday.” I nodded, standing. I looked down at myself, cursing myself for ever wearing a dress- it never does me any good.

     “Could I, uh… Could I borrow some clothes?” Niall chuckled heartily, gripping my wrist in mine as he pulled me up the steps to his drawer.

     “Sure,”

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     “So, about Harry… What happened with him? What did I do with him?” I asked, scooping a heap of pancakes into my mouth and chewing the sweet substance. I looked down at myself, enjoying the comfort and warmth Niall’s band T-shirt and basketball shorts emitted. Niall shrugged.

     “I’m not sure. When he woke up this morning, the only thing we saw was him storm out the door like a toddler on steroids.” He replied, taking a large bite off his toast. I nodded, playing around with the food on my plate as I racked my brain for any memory of what happened last night. Nothing. How did I not remember this? How could I not remember this? I never have more than two beers; it’s never ‘Hey! Let’s get so drunk that we leave with some guy we don’t know and wake up in the morning with a major hangover and no panties!’ I never get drunk, as is, so why wouldn’t I be able to remember any of this. I’m sure I would have remembered something as important as this. Did I upset Harry? Did we… No. We didn’t. I would never.