Artifice

"He doesnt deserve her love"

He was there. He was glaring at me and he looked terrifying. If it wasn't for his eyes, he would be unrecognizable. His facial hair was as long as his hair and his face had gained a significant amount of wrinkles.

"Why is he there!" I yelled into the abyss.

He was gone.

I was put into an endless white room, the only thing in sight being a lean figure.

"Hey!" I ran towards it. The closer I got the more apparent it became who it was.

The body began running away, away from me. My breathing was raged to the point where it felt as if my lungs were about to explode.

I woke up with a jolt, feeling a thin layer of sweat that has accumulated on my neck and forehead.

Harry was laid on the opposite side of the bed, as I was at the edge also.

I couldn't stand to be here any longer. The nightmare I had moments ago was quickly fading away from my conscious but not disappearing completely.

"Why did I drink so much?" I mumbled to myself as I messaged my temples. I already knew the answer to my own question.

I remember being furious at Harry, a girl, arguing and then making out all the way to the next year.

"Same." Niall appeared inside the kitchen nearly making me jump out of my skin. He was chewing on a piece of bread, his eyes nearly closed.

"What the hell are you still doing here?" I breathed heavily to calm down my racing heart.

"Liam said we could crash on the couch."

We. I looked over to find Zayn, Louis, Chloe and a few other familiar faces knocked out on the cushions. I was too tired to have even noticed them all as I walked over here.

"What are you doing up?" I asked him while I grabbed a glass, filling it up with water.

"Eating." He said in an obvious tone, lifting the bread in his hands up.

Niall explained to me in detail how his night went, that involved finally 'snogging' Chloe. Even though he wouldn't say her name he made it pretty obvious by the description of the person and later saying her name started with a 'c'. He was so giddy as he talked about her, it was cute.

"Why are you up so early? You look like shit." He stated bluntly.

"My body hates me and wants me to be awake to face the consequences of my drinking last night, I guess." I lied, there wasn't any use in getting into the reason why with him since he didn't know. No one except Lizzy and Harry knew what happened back where I came from and I planned to keep it that way.

"A little after I came in, I saw you and Harry screaming at one another. What was that all about?" He chewed on another piece of bread.

"Uh," I shook my head trying to remember. "A lot." My eyes concentrated on nothing in particular as I replayed last night in my head. From the journal to Rebecca and the random girl.

"Speak of the devil." Niall mumbled.

As he said, Harry appeared behind me.

"Good morning." He kissed my cheek.

"Man what's with the moth on your chest?" Niall pointed at the large butterfly tattoo straight in the middle of his torso. "And the birds? You have a whole natural preserve on your chest."