Sunshine

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"This door is so annoying." Harley says as she practically throws her body at the door. "You kind of have to give it a little push." She says nervously.

"I noticed." I say laughing.

"C'mon, your room is in the back." She says leading the way.

Ashton walks in after us with my bags. I was gonna carry them myself but Ashton insisted he carry them for me. At first I protested, I didn't want to take advantage of him being there but he refused. I gave in within thirty seconds because if I'm being honest, I really didn't want to carry them.

I take my time walking through the apartment, taking in all the details. There was a fairly sized kitchen off to the left, a beautifully decorated living room. As I walk through the living room I spot something on the wall I thought I'd never see again.

"Harley!" I call out.

"What?" She says looking around the room trying to figure out what I called her back in here for.

"You still have this?" I say pointing at a framed piece of artwork I did back in high school. I mean, it's not completely awful but it still kind of embarrasses me to see it. It's a purple mono-color painting of tulips, my teacher had given me two weeks to do it and me and my procrastination didn't even start it till the day before it was due. It was my final so i actually had to do it to pass the class and surprisingly he gave me a B on it and I passed. Painting is definitely not one of my specialties.

"Of course! You gave it to me why would I just throw it away?" She says like its the most obvious thing in the world.

I shrug. I remind myself to buy her a new portrait to replace it.

We walk towards the room and Ashton drops the bags next to the door.

Before I can say anything, Harley already begins to speak.

"So I already took the liberty of decorating your room." Harley says gesturing around the small room with a huge smile plastered on her face.

I look around the room, a full bed, matching drawers, a tv, and framed posters of some of my favorite bands and movies. Led Zeppelin, The Clash, Metallica, Scarface and Pulp Fiction were some of the few.

I smile at her. She really tried her best to make me feel comfortable, and she succeeded.

"I like the posters." I say pointing to them.

"Oh." She says rolling her eyes. "Ashton and Calum picked those."

I give her and inquisitive look and laugh. I think she's a little jealous that I complimented the only thing in the room that she didn't pick out.

"I love the entire room." I reassure her.

"Yeah whatever." She says. "We're going out in about an hour so get ready." She said before walking out.

Ashton smiles at me and begins to turn around to leave. I grab his upper arm to stop him and I feel a spark. Like, literally. My sweater must have created static electricity so when I touched him it made a literal spark. We looked at each other and all at once we both got nervous. It got so awkward in the matter of seconds.

"Um, I just wanted to say thank you. For helping me with my bags and um, the posters." I said with a shaky voice. My hands began to sweat and all I dreaded was for the moment to be over.

"No problem." He said, equally as awkward. "K, bye." He quickly replied and walks away.

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"Oh my god, you're so heavy!" I groan.

After several shots, my pal here, was drunk off her ass. She can't even walk by herself without tipping over. We decided to walk to a bar since it was only about three blocks away and it didn't seem too far but now, lugging around a drunk women, walking most definitely was a mistake.

"You have realllly soft hair." See slurred. She was petting me like if I was a dog. At first I was okay with it because what's the harm but then she began to pull on it and it's not a very pleasant feeling.

"Ow, cut it ou- H-Harley!" I screamed at her when she dragged me down by my hair as she was falling to the floor.

Harley started cackling, finding this moment sooo hilarious. Her laugh was contagious and I too began to laugh with her. I seriously cannot get this girl home by myself who is gonna help me? I don't know anyone here and I can't call my brother.

I grabbed Harley's purse and dug through it. After pushing away multiple Chapsticks and crap that she really should throw away, I finally find her phone.

I click on the only familiar name and wait.

"Yeah hey, can you help me with something?"