Locked Up (One Direction/Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

“Haaaarry. Haaaarry.”

I let out a low groan, rolling over and giving a glare at whoever had just woken me up. De-ja-vu hit me when I was met, once again, with Niall's blue eyes less than a few inches away from my face.

“Yeah,” I spoke, sitting up so he wasnt as close. I coughed a bit, hearing how thick my voice sounded from just waking up. I always hated how bad it sounded when that happened.

“Lunch time curly.”

“Will you quit calling me that Niall?” I groaned, rubbing my face to try and wake myself up. I barely remember falling asleep, that last thing on my mind was those damn blue eyes. I still cant believe that the lad has that much of an effect on me. “The name is Harry. Just because I have curly hair, doesnt mean my name is curly.”

“Shesh calm down snappy. Just because I woke you up doesnt mean you have a right to get all snappy on me. I just figured you wanted some food.”

I let out a sigh, pushing Niall away from the bed a bit so I could get up. I shuffled my way into the bathroom to take a look at my unruly bedhead, combing my fingers through it a bit just to try and make it untangled. I could hear Niall talking to me from the doorway, something about how lunch had to have been the best out of all three meals during the day. I just rolled my eyes at him, letting a small smirk play on my face. I was warming up to the lad, but he was such a motormouth; there was barely a second of peace and quiet coming out of the lad, and i've only known him for a day.

“Fuck it,” I growled, getting fed up with my hair. I shouldnt have fallen asleep, and maybe this wouldve never of happened. I went back into the room and went over to my dresser, pulling open one of the drawers and pulling out a red beanie. I shoved it onto my head, just letting the curls stick out on the sides. It would have to do.

“Are you ready yet? Lunch started ten minutes ago and I'm starving.” I nodded at Niall, plugging my iPod into the charger and then hiding it underneath the blanket I got when I came here. Niall had told me yesterday how they normally dont clean the rooms or shit, so nobody would touch it unless I did something to it. He did tell me about the room checks though, but I doubt they'll find it. And even if they did, Liam said they shouldnt care unless I was disturbing people or something. Having it charging wouldnt disturb anybody.

“Why do you have a pile of clothes at the end of your bed?” Niall questioned me as we walked out of the room. I gave him a confused look, before it dawning on me why those were there.

“That reminds me,” I started, looking around and trying to remember this is the way to the cafeteria. I was fed up with how much I got lost in this place. “Do the nurses or someone do laundry or is there a room where we do our own laundry and shit?”

“Nurses do it once a week,” Niall started, the two of turning down another hallway to get to the cafeteria. I recognized this hallway, and then I realized the cafeteria was straight down the hall. “Every Sunday morning a nurse comes by every room and collect any dirty laundry that's in the laundry basket. Then I'm assuming that they do all of the laundry Sunday, and then all clean clothes get returned on Monday. Normally they put the clothes on your bed during breakfast Monday, but it's our responsibility to hang them or fold them or just put them away. Oh, and we also need to have our names on them. I dont mean like written across the shirt, but like on the tags. Name and room number, or else they cant return them to you. I dont exactly know what they do with people's clothes who forget to put their names and room numbers on it, but i'm assuming they have like a giant bin or something where they keep them. Who knows what they do with them.”