Adjustment

Chapter 2: Sunrise

Harry's POV

About 6 shots in, and a decent sized joint I'm feeling pretty good. I mean this party life isn't the best but sitting on a tattered old couch in a room full of drunken idiots is better than being at the shithole I have to call my house. I'm glad I met my new lad, Niall, within the first couple days at school and he has some mates who know how to have a good time. Even though Niall can be a pussy with his alcohol most of the time, he's a pretty cool dude. I slowly turn my head sideways to watch Niall run out the front door to throw up, but my attention is drawn to a girl walking in after Niall running out. Her dark brown hair, and holy shit...that shirt she's wearing fits her perfectly rising right above her belly button ring thing. I watch as she passes by me up walks up to the goofy looking lad who I think this house belongs to, I don't keep up with their conversation after Louis asking her to help him change. I stand to my feet and find my way to the kitchen. One more shot... Two more shots... I keep taking shots until I forget the pain, that I came here to rid myself of.

I wake up to a scream and a sharp pain in my side. My eyes jolt open and I move my hands to my side to lift myself up. I'm sitting in damp grass and the girl from earlier is laughing on the ground next to me. Now that I see her up close I began to question my thoughts from earlier. The ring through her nose is enough to annoy me and that stuff on her eyes...What do you call that again? "What's that shit on your eyes?" I blurt out before I even think. She instantly stops laughing and sits up slowly. She isn't wearing that nice little white shirt that showed her body details from earlier, instead she's wearing a black v-neck thats way to low on her and shows a little to much cleavage and what I think are underwear... She must be pretty wasted. "It's called eyeliner, you dip shit..." Her words are slurred but still as sharp as a knife. "And before you go to ask me whats on me... You better check yourself first." Her smile is wide and bright, almost so sweet it's frightening. I began to feel around for my phone but it's no where close. "What's on my face?" I sigh. I knew I shouldnt of passed out over here. These Americans are assholes, they most-likely drew a dick on my face. "Nothing a little swim can't fix." And there's that wicked smile again. "You Americans can be-..." I'm cut off by her placing her hand over my mouth. "We came from your country, so watch yourself babe." her voice is loud enough for only me to hear and that wide bright smile is even larger. "Don't you mean our country?" I smile along with her and watch her stand to her feet. ""You coming swimming or are you to big of a British Bad Boy?" the sour face she made at the end of her sentence made me slip out a slight laugh. "How'd you know I was British?" my accent clearly got deeper and I regretted it as soon as I said it."When a good looking boy transfers into a small school only a week after you, I guess it's a big deal." she rolls her eyes and begins to walk away. "Wait." I grab my beanie off the ground and slip it over my head as I walk next to her. "You go to school here?" I question her as I walk beside her. "I mean school only started about a month ago... I've went to classes for two weeks so far. First month and a half I was here I needed to wor-..." I cut her off so I didn't have to listen to her life story. "I asked a question... I didn't want your life story." The words come out harsher than I imagined. I guess the alcohol in my system is still pretty strong. "Go back if you're going to be a dick." She stops in her tracks and looks me dead in the eyes and pulls of the black shirt. I examine her body and then look around to find a large river or creek? I began to take off my shirt, followed by my socks and shoes, and then my pants. "Well lets get in before the sunrises." She runs in splashing around and I follow her.

The sun is now rising and Nala and I have had some pretty decent conversations about the people who party here. She tells me she's only been here about three times, and I told her about Niall's party fouls and we share a couple laughs, but her smile quickly fades and turns to a frown. "I have to go." and before I know it she is climbing from the water and putting on the over sized shirt while walking toward the house. "Nala?!" I am quick to slip my jeans and shoes on, but I get in the house to late. Nala is already pulling out of the drive way. I slip my shirt over my head and look around for my phone. Just as I am about to give up I find Niall on the floor in the kitchen and my phones sitting next to him. I place my phone in my pocket and head for my truck. I pull the mirror down and check my face for any markings. I throw my phone on the dash and pull out of the drive way to head back to the shit hole. On my drive back i think about the sunrise and how it glistened off the water and through the trees so delicately and made everything seems beautiful just for a split second, even life.

I'm slow to make my way to my room, but when I reach it I throw myself onto the bed and drift into sleep.