Locked Up (One Direction/Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning to find someone shaking my arm a bit, music still blasting in my ears. I recognized it as Free Falling by John Mayer.

That was probably my favorite song of all time.

I slowly peeled my eyes open, being met with a pair of blue eyes less than two inches away from mine. I immediately jumped back, luckily not hitting heads with whoever that was. I rubbed my eyes a bit, and looked up to see that the blue eyes belong to no other than Niall. I could practically hear his laughter over my music.

I yanked out the headphones, glaring at him. "Trying to give me a heart attack?"

Niall couldn't help but continue laughing, his cheeks a bright redish color. It seriously wasn't that funny of a joke or prank to do. Why the hell did he find it so hilarious?

"You-You should've see-seen your face!"

"Not fucking funny Niall," I grumbled under my breath, turning my iPod on pause. I looked around, realizing I didn't see an outlet anywhere; i'd have to remember to look for one later.

Niall was still hysterical when I had gotten my clothes for the day, and I just gave him a little eye roll. This lad. I gave him a gentle shove towards my door, hearing his laughter die down to just a few chuckles here and there. "Wait for me outside the door, yeah? Calm yourself down a bit and gimme like fifteen minutes to shower and change alright?"

"Breakfast started ten minutes ago though," Niall pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked like a five year old. "I was nice enough to come wake you up so you didn't miss it, and you're going to make me wait longer?"

I gave him another eye roll, a small smirk playing on my face this time though. I could actually feel my stomach growling, so I sent him a small nod. "Alright, two minutes. I guess i'll shower tonight."

"Yay!" Niall wrapped me in a quick, tight hug, before skipping out of the room. I couldn't wipe the smirk off my face as I shut the door behind him. This kid, might be the death of me here.

Five minutes later I was reopening my door, having Niall sitting against the wall next to it. He looked up at me once he heard the door open. "You said two minutes."

"Am I allowed to use the bathroom and brush me hair and teeth and stuff?"

"Not when breakfast is on the line."

"Fine next time i'll just go in my pajamas."

"You can you know. They don't mind when you do that for breakfast. Just make sure you're changed by lunch though, because if you're not, they'll make you go change. And you cant wear pajama pants either, which I find a stupid rule. I guess they want people to look 'classy' or something here. I don't understand their logic."

"No pajama pants? But its the beginning of March!"

"I know. Stupid rule I tell ya. Sometimes they let it slide, when they see how cold it actually is, but most of the time they make you go change."

We entered the cafeteria, Niall still babbling on, now about a lot of the shitty rules that they have at this place. He still wore a small smile on his face as he spoke though, so I knew he didn't mind it all that much. We sat down at the same table as yesterday for dinner, and the only person I saw sitting at the table was Liam.

"Where's everybody?" I asked, probably cutting Niall off on whatever he was talking about. I looked over to him and saw him give a small sigh, walking over towards the lunch line. Guilt piled up in my tummy a bit, being rude to him and all.

"Probably still sleeping. Zayn rarely comes to breakfast, and Louis is a fifty-fifty shot. Depends on how late his session goes the night before."

I gave a nod, a bit confused on what he mean by sessions. I mean, I knew that he was talking about therapy, but a single session every night?