Deep Shadows (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

chapter 6

"No." Charlotte, Rebecca and Michael said at the same time.

Rebecca and Charlotte pointed their fingers to the face of one another, kneeling on my bed like fucking crazy maniacs. Mike is just having some sort of existential crisis. He is trying to beat himself in the fingers' game. I'm very tired, but I can't help but laugh.

"Yes!" Julie and her big blue-green eyes wide open. And she jerked her arms in the air, as if the damn stupid way they are acting was not enough for me to conclude so.

"I mean, I'm not." Neither I thought you were.

"Of fucking course you're not." I almost rolled my eyes after that annoying comment. Julie has always been the most saint of us, the most responsible. She doesn't say bullshit. She doesn't smoke, she doesn't drink, I don't even know how she goes to parties. She doesn't like tattoos, and piercings much less. She is those who think that things are as they should be, so she does nothing outside of "normal". She doesn't do any shit. She doesn't even know what sex is, she is a fucking damn virgin. I think she isn't able to see, hear or even think about it. I don't know why, but that would be completely fucking insane to me. And moreover she is the oldest, so she should be the one with more experience. Or not.

Whatever, I guess I never saw her drunk anyway. And I half laughed looking at this blonde girl in front of me, imagining her drunk. It's impossible to imagine.

"We're also not." The three said again, all together.

"Sure." I sighed harshly.

Charlotte and Becca threw up on me, suffocating me. I almost died of fear when Charlotte passed his finger across my face, staring at me intensely, seriously, as if she was eating me alive. Then with the other hand she grabbed my chin, pulling me near her face.

I'm not in the mood. If it were not 4 in the morning, if I didn't wanted desperately to sleep, and if she wasn't drunk, I probably would growl at her, and I would make her that look, like "I want you", while passing my finger across her face, like she did with me.

I'd get on her finger, and I don't know, but if I was drunk too, I think I even dare to bite her finger, licks it up, maybe. Oh fuck, who am I trying to fool? I know that I would even be able to suck it. I imagine us dying laughing and falling down to the bed, one on top of another, as it used to be. But at this moment I can't do anything, much less this. I just fucking want to sleep.

"Julie..." I begged.

"Okay, okay, it's enough. Let's go to sleep." Julie stood up, pulled my two foolish best friends by the arms, trying to get them off of me.

She grabbed them, one on each side, but without effect. They stumbled over each other, making Julie lost the strength to hold on to them, letting them fall on the floor. And all that fills my room are steric laughs. Becca and Charlotte because they have fallen, and I don't see where is the joke, but apparently has, and Mike, laughing at them, or just laughing because they are laughing, I don't know.

"I'll help you. Grab Mike, I carry them." I said to Julie and she just nodded.

She walked over to him, which is now lying on the floor, belly up, swaying his arms in the air, apparently trying to follow the lyrics of a song he's singing. I don't know if we can call singing to the strange noises he's doing with his mouth. And obviously it is impossible to decipher what music is, he just doesn't say half the words, and the other half I'm sure he's inventing. Is he singing in fucking Chinese? Oh no, I think that even Chinese people have better taste. Listen Mike singing is a fucking hell, a complete torture, but this way is actually much worse.

He reached a point so ridiculous, I don't even think he knows what his name is at this moment. He is so goddamn lost.  

I got up from the bed, and lifted them off the floor, putting Rebecca by my right shoulder and Charlotte by my left.