All My Love

Chapter 18

I wake up to a crash coming from the living room along with whispered laughter. Harry's still fast asleep next to me, face buried into the pillow, hair all over the place, and lips parted. A burst of laughter escapes Stella's lips only to be followed by my brother telling her to shut up. I look over at my alarm clock showing me that they're walking in, completely trashed at four in the morning. Out of nowhere I hear another crash, irritating me, I jump out of bed and rush to the living room.

"What the hell?!" I half yell when I make it to the drunk idiots. The lamp that sits next to the couch is laying on the floor, shattered.

"Oh hey sis." Drew slurs in a smile and I try to keep my cool that my brother and best friend aren't walking in this trashed at this time. He laughs as Stella trips over her own feet, landing on the love seat face first. She then laughs along with him as she sits right, spitting her hair out of her face. I look up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath before looking between the both of them.

"I'm trying to sleep." I tell them, walking over to the front door to switch on the light that is above it. I step around the glass from the shattered bulb and pick up the base of them lamp, placing it back on the side table.

"You missed it Becca, your brother downed beer in less than a minute." Stella's voice is awfully loud and it's giving me a headache. Does she not realize what time it is right now?

"I downed two cans in a minute and a half." Drew says proudly before plopping onto the couch and kicking his shoes off. I roll my eyes at the immaturity of them together and get the broom from the kitchen. As I'm sweeping up the mess, Stella turns on the TV on full blast which startles me. I accidentally step on a small piece of glass, cursing at myself for even needing to clean anything up right now.

"Damn it Stella, turn it down!" I finally shout and her eyes go wide for a second before longing her okay.

I limp myself to my bathroom, practically punching the switch to brighten up the small room and sit on the toilet. I bite the middle of my bottom lip as I bring my ankle up to my knee, showing me the small piece of glass and small amount of blood.

"What happened?" I hear a new voice and snap my head over to Harry in the doorway of the bathroom, scratching the back of his head and squinting with one eye closed. Great, now they woke him up.

"The idiots out there. They knocked over the lamp so the bulb broke and Stella turned the TV up all the way and I don't know, I stepped on glass. I'm too tired to deal with any of this." I finally take a real breath and look up at the ceiling before looking back down at my foot, pushing hair behind my ear. Harry doesn't say a word, he only crouches down in front of me, grabbing the sides of my foot to look. I'm surprised he's still in his jeans, how uncomfortable to sleep in something so tight.

"I'm going to take it out." Harry's sleepy eyes looks up at me and I shake my head no quickly. "It's not going to hurt." A small smirk appears in a effortless chuckle before a yawn escapes just seconds after.

"Knowing you, you'll try to make it hurt." I give him a playful scold and he rolls his eyes before licking his lips.

"Have I ever hurt you before?" He questions and I part my lips to comeback but bring them back together. Physically, no. Emotionally, there are times. "Exactly." He smiles, showing his teeth and focuses back on my foot. A drop of blood, seeps down the side of my foot and he catches it with some toilet paper before it can fall. "Ready?" Harry asks, handing me the scrunched up piece of toilet paper. I pinch my eyes shut, gesturing I'm somewhat ready and bite my tongue.

"Did you take it out yet or are you just being an asshole?" I ask, still keeping my face pinched together.

"It's out." Harry informs and my face begins to relax. I open an eye and see him holding the piece between his fingers before tossing it in the trashcan. He takes the paper away from me and sets it on the wound for a second before removing. "Wow, you're going to need some stitches."

"What!?" I gape and tilt my head to get a better look. Harry begins to laugh and takes a breath before shaking his head once.

"I'm kidding." He says effortlessly and I shove his shoulder which causes him to fall into the wall. "I just helped you and I get this in return?" Harry's eyes are lighting up finally after being so tired and he stands up the same time he hands me the toilet paper.

"You're a jerk." I tell him while I leave the paper on the wound to help stop the bleeding.

"I'll go clean up." Harry says as he starts walking out but I grab his wrist to stop him.

"No, they'll see you're here."

"So? Who cares?" Harry brings his eyebrows together in confusion and I let go of his wrist.

"They'll wonder where you're sleeping." I tell him and he takes a breath before rolling his eyes.

"We're friends. Who cares if they think anything of it." Harry tells me and disappears out of the bathroom leaving me to worry and bite my nails. I shoot up and look in the cabinet for bandaids and luckily there's a box. I hurry and put a small one on the cut and practically limp down the hall.

"When the hell did you get here?" I hear Stella ask Harry in what sounds like shock. "Wait—" She gapes at him and then looks over my way before going back to the tall brunette crouching down to clean up the rest of the glass. "—Did you guys... Y'know.. Do the nasty?"

"No." Harry and I say in unison and she gives a smirk, showing as if she doesn't really believe us.

"Yeah right, I see the way Becca looks at you." Stella says and I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. This isn't going to be good.