Cut Ropes (A One Direction Fanfiction)

3: Out

Do you know that feeling when you wake up and you don’t know where you are? Well, because of that feeling, I almost shit my pants before realizing whose arms were enveloping me into his warm body.

Louis.

Last night’s situation quickly flooded into my mind, a few parts blurred, but mostly quite clear. I was particularly glad that I didn’t have a huge hangover headache, but not so happy that Louis was still passed out next to me. I didn’t want to wake him up, but I had to check them time because I have work today.

Yes, I work. At the on campus bookstore/library, for your information. I get free books, it’s pretty wonderful.

Remembering that the clock was on the bedside table next to Louis, I tried to look over his shoulder while still in his grip, but that didn’t work out so well. The second I leaned upwards Louis’ grip around me tightened and he groaned, pulling me closer to him. Very sweet, but not what I intended for.

I need to wake him up. I sighed and curled closer to him, really loving the slight heat he radiated since it was freezing in the room. I found myself transfixed by his tattoo sprawled across the top of his chest, “It Is What It Is”. I started lightly tracing it with my finger when I felt him move.

“Morning sunshine,” he smiled sleepily at me.

“Morning Louis,” I smiled, happy that I got him awake. I took opportunity to look over his shoulder and read the clock. 11:30. Shit.

“Hey Louis I’m sorry but I have to go to work by 12,” I said, getting completely out of his grip. He rubbed his eyes and sat up as I tried my best to hurry out of bed, grab my phone, and get out of the door.

“No problem, I understand. Give me your phone real quick,” he said, reaching his hand out. Not arguing, I tossed it to him and he entered something.

“I thought I would give you my number in case you ever wanted to hang again. You’re a good cuddle buddy,” he winked.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I said, and walked out of the door. I rushed to run downstairs and grab my heel s lying next to the door, not bothering to put them on. I ran out the door and it took me a second, but I started running back to my flat.

It didn’t take long before I was pounding on my flat door.

“Haley!” I yelled over and over.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” Haley said as she opened the door and I ran past her and up to my bedroom to put on my uniform.

“Same to you, babe. If you wouldn’t have kicked me out last night this wouldn’t be happening,” I said, throwing off my shirt and putting on my work one. I grabbed my nametag and notepad off of the dresser and ran back downstairs, running right past Haley on the way, who said something I didn’t care enough to hear. Before leaving I grabbed my keys and wallet from the counter and stuffed them in my back pocket, then ran out the door.

“You look like shit,” said my so-called boss Monica as I walked into the shop. She’s probably the biggest bitch I’ve ever met. The only reason she has a higher position than me in this place is because she probably gives the big boss a free stick shift drive if you know what I mean.

“Just trying to copy you, love,” I smirked, walking to my counter.

Honestly, this job is really boring due to the quietness, but it can also be really relaxing. I also get a really good chance to catch up on schoolwork and books if it’s not busy, which it rarely is. Looking like it would be another boring day, I sat down, kicked my feet up on the counter, and opened my notepad, determined to get some ideas down for a creative writing essay bound to happen soon in literature.

After about three hours of silence, and three pages of random doodles and poems that made little to no sense, my shift was almost over until I heard two loud, crazy laughs walking towards the counter.  Before I could go figure out whom it was, Zayn and Niall turned the corner of the bookshelf and made their way towards me.

“Guys! Keep it down!” I shout-whispered.

They came and ran towards me, with shit eating grins plastered on their faces.

“What’s going on?” I asked curiously.

“Oh nothing,” Niall winked, and Zayn started snickering.

“Um, okay?” I said, not really sure what they were getting at.

“How was your night last night?” Zayn asked, smiling super wide.

“Good. Found a place to crash after the party.”

“Oh, a little place called Louis’ after you ditched Harry rather rudely?” Niall smirked, and Zayn tried to contain his laughter.

“Uh, yeah I met Louis and we went to his place and crashed. Your friend Harry is a real dick by the way,” I said, annoyed of them.

“Crashed at Louis’? More like slept with him. Did you get it in, love?” Zayn asked.  I nearly choked.

“If by slept with him, you mean we slept in the same bed fully clothed then yes, I ‘slept’ with him,” I said, turning back to put my notepad in my pocket.

“Damn, so he wasn’t lying,” Zayn muttered.

“Whatever. Logan, do you want to go to a party with us tonight? It’s really close to my place. We can kick some people’s asses at beer pong and Zayn can assist when you get tired,” Niall winked.

“Oh you’re on, Horan. Zayn won’t need to step in, though. I got this all by myself. I’m a big girl,” I said.

“That’s not what you said when you were looking for a place to stay last night,” Niall said.

“Well, well, well, since when did Niall Horan have balls?” Zayn laughed. I couldn’t contain my laughter at that one, and probably busted out laughing way harder than I should have. I like these guys more than I think I should.

“Shut up. So you’re in?” Niall said, obviously irritated with Zayn.

“Sure, around 10:00 or 11:00 I’m guessing?” I asked, stepping out from behind the counter and putting my nametag in my pocket. We all started walking out of the library and into the cold streets.

“Yep, see you there,” Niall said, turning the opposite way of me with Zayn.

“Oh and your new friend Louis will be there too,” Zayn shouted as they walked away laughing.

Honestly, I’m pretty excited to go out again considering last night turned out extremely awkward. As I made my way back into my dorm I decided I should probably get going on practicing some guitar for music and comp. class tomorrow.

I walked in and headed for my room, changing as soon as I got in, and sat down at my desk where my keyboard and desktop sat, guitar in hand, and started mixing and writing and creating.

It was going pretty well until I heard an obnoxious knock on my door.

“What?” I yelled over the noise.  Haley opened the door and entered my room, then unplugged all my systems from the outlet in wall.

“I can’t take you anymore. This needs to stop,” she said, throwing my chords on the floor. She had her arms across her chest and I sat in disbelief.

“Fine, I’ll wear my headphones, but you know that they don’t get as good sound quality as hearing the actual thing,” I said, grabbing my headphones from out of the drawer.

“No. I’m done with you. You’re always out and you come home in random hours of the night and play this stupid music shit and you never do the dishes or make any food at all or ever say thank you. Last time you had a party here the whole place got trashed. You never lock any windows or doors. You’re so obnoxious and annoying I can’t stand it anymore. This is technically my flat, under my name, you’re paying me. So I’m kicking you out. Today. Now.”