||Henry's POV||
My alarm beeps loudly throughout my room. I yawn and grab my blanket to try and cover my ears but it doesn't work. I quickly reach over and hit my alarm to shut it off and look over to my dorm mates bed, which is messy and empty.
I stand up, still wearing a shirt and boxers. My jeans from the previous night thrown onto the floor. I was practically black out drunk so I couldn't have changed myself. It's not like it bothers me at-least I was comfortable in bed, right?
I grab a pair of clean jeans and throw the old ones into my clothes hamper. I heard footsteps and quickly put on my clean pants before grabbing a blue t-shirt and changing that.
My head is pounding as I look for the Advil I stuffed in my underwear drawers. I quickly grab two and swallow them. Drinking some sink water to push them farther down. I stand there for a minute or two, looking at my ginger hair and blue eyes. I turn around as somebody knocks and looks in.
Walter, My best friend peaks his head in with a smile.
"Come join us for breakfast, eh? Everybody wants to know if you're dead or not."
They probably don't. Or maybe I did something drastic last night? I have no clue but may as well see.
"God Henry. You look like shit.. Did you even brush your hair yet?" Walter asks with concern on his voice and I shake my head softly. I feel like shit too.
"No. I just woke up. What even happened last night? It feels like I got beaten up.." He bites his lip and laughs softly before looking at my bed.
"Wheres your brush at?" He asked, dodging the question. It strikes my interest as to why he's ignoring it but I point at my dresser. He walks over and grabs my brush, grabbing my arm gently and sitting me down on my bed.
He starts to brush my hair, it's weird. It's not like im a baby. I shove his arm away. "I'm not a kid Walter.."
"Damn, sorry for trying to help then. Just assumed you'd have too much of a hangover to actually do much."
I shrug before putting my arm down and letting him continue to brush my hair. It's actually soothing, believe it or not.
He stood in front of me, styling my hair, and running a hand through it. It makes me tired, more than I actually am. I close my eyes and let it happen as he fixes my part and brushes out my loose curls.
"There. Better?" He asks. I stand up woozily and look in the mirror before nodding. "Yeah. Sure.."
He nods, throwing my brush onto my bed before motioning me to join them out for breakfast. "Yeah Walter, I'll be out in a second."
I yawn, walking out and shutting my door. I walk slowly towards the cafeteria and grab some food, before sitting and starting to slowly eat. I feel people's eyes on me as I chew on a sausage. I glance up and look at them, I swallow the bite I had in my mouth before saying anything.
"What? Is there something wrong with me." I ask, slightly annoyed. I mean the Advil hasn't kicked in yet so the pounding headache on top of everybody staring at me, pisses me off! They all go back to eating and August comes up to me. I glare at him.
I don't remember too much of last night but I do remember he was being a fucking dork. He kept trying to rally us all into playing spin the bottle and there were only like three girls. I'm almost positive he forced two guys to kiss.
Then he decided to make us play seven minutes in heaven! AGAIN with three girls. I'm not gonna suck some guy off in a closet just because August Horn of Årnäs wanted to get off to other guys humiliation.
He smiles, that stupid smile he gives to people when he pities them and it boils my blood. "Hi Henry.. How d'ya feel?" Like I'm about to vomit.
"Decent. What's up August.." He barely treats me like a friend unless he needs to complain or needs a favor.
