Youforia [N.H]

15

Niall Horan

June 23rd, San Francisco

I woke up with the sun shining brightly in my eyes, i quickly noticed this was not my room. The throbbing in my head was something i was used to waking up with so I was able to ignore it pretty well.

I looked over to my side to see no other than Aycie dead asleep, dressed as Harry. I quietly chuckle to myself as I remember her acting like a frat boy last night.

I felt bad though, it was like i was corrupting her, and I wasn't even corrupting her slowly, it was happening very fast. I'm pretty sure Aycie didn't drink before she met me, at least if she did it was only beer, and I know for a fact she's never smoked a day in her life considering she didn't even know how to inhale, yet I remember she basically took a fair few hits of the joint and drunk the majority of a bottle of vodka, but to be fair it wasn't a big one, only one of the smaller ones.

But the amount she smoked without any tolerance? No wonder she was sick. I'm surprised she didn't start getting paranoid or some other weird shit.

I know this was my doing. I wanted to corrupt her, I felt like maybe if I turned her into something unrecognisable to me when she was drunk then I wouldn't be attracted to her, maybe I was hoping she'd be a mean drunk or something but it just ended up backfiring. I've never seen her so layed back before last night, she treated me as if she knew me for years, and I felt like I did know her for years, she was this ball of energy that was running around making funny little remarks and having laughing fits over every small thing, and fuck it made me want her to myself even more, i hated it.

I stare down at her peaceful state, she'd probably feel like something out of freaky Friday when she woke up still as Harry, speaking of Harry, I noticed he was laying across the end of the bed, arms and legs dangling of the side as he snored quietly. I hated to admit it but he was such a good friend to Aycie, probably better than me, and it made me jealous that I couldn't break her out of her shell like he could.

Aycie's hair was still tied in Harry's bandana, his jeans pulled around her ankles as her Legs were curled up and his shirt still covered her, apart from her arms, the sleeves were rolled up as her arms gripped onto Gus loosely, her lips were slightly parted as her cheek was squished against the pillow, her eyelashes layed softly against her face as her chest rose slowly before she let out little breaths, she looked so fucking perfect, even when she was dressed like a frat boy.

I can't get her out of my head.

I felt a sense of responsibility over her, I was the one who invited her on this tour to be our writer, and I truly did invite her because she's so talented. I silently cursed myself out as I stood slowly from the bed, raising my arms over my head in a stretch, I managed to change back into my sweats last night before going to sleep, but i couldn't find my shirt, I also scrubbed my face for ages to get rid of the makeup and took my hair out

I walked over to the bathroom and grabbed the glass from the side, filling it with cold water and taking it back to her nightstand for when she woke up. I knew this was going to be her first proper hangover and I felt so, so bad for her. I hated myself for letting her drink to the point she was throwing up, I should have stopped her, but her laugh was intoxicating me far more than any drink was, it was distracting and I didn't register the things she was doing because of it. She was a funny drunk, that's my favourite type.

There was a constant game of ping pong in my head where I fought against just letting myself feel the happiness of getting to know her better and not, I know it would only end in pain, but maybe it would be worth it, maybe things would be different, I'll never know if I never let myself catch feelings for someone.