Once

Chapter Seven

Courtney

Stella came home looking incredibly tired. She was wearing an oversized mans shirt, and I supposed she slept over at some guys place, and while I would normally have gone off at her, I was to happy; I had so much to tell her.  

"Niall asked me out!" I squeak, pouncing on her to give her an excited hug as she walked in the door, almost knocking her over.  

"Wow, really?!" Stella asked, looking genuinely happy for me, but still incredibly tired.  

"So, what about you?" I ask with a wink as she walked into the room. She kind of stood there for a few seconds, staring into space. "Stella?" I ask her.  

"Sorry, what?" She asked, turning to me, blinking.  

"Which boy did you go home with?" I ask, winking at her.  

"What? No, no boys." She stuttered.  

"A girl, really Stella, really?" I asked, laughing.  

"Yeah, she was hot, ok!" Stella joked, smiling half-heartedly.  

"Clara's in the kitchen, she's making waffles." I grin.  

"I'm not hungry, thanks." I feel my jaw drop. Stella, not hungry?! Impossible.  

"Am I missing something?" I ask, stepping in front of her.  

"What? No, you aren't." She said.  

"I don't believe you." I say, crossing my arms over my chest.  

"I pinky promise." Stella smiled, holding up her pinky. I took it with my own and we shook our hands. I let her pass into the kitchen and I smiled after her. She spent the night with a boy, she was growing up, and I wasn't sure if I should be scared to lose her to a boy or proud that she was growing up. My phone rings, and I answer it.  

"Morning!" Louis' voice squeaked loudly out of the phone, and it was such a shock that I almost dropped it.  

"Hey, Lou." I say, catching my phone and holding it up to my ear.  

"Is it just me, or do you have a reeeaalllllyyyyyyyyyyy bad hangover?!" He asked, sighing loudly into the phone. I couldn't help but laugh.  

"No, but how can you be so enthusiastic if yours is so bad?" I ask, laughing.  

"Magic." Lou laughs.  

"Lou, have you had a few drinks this morning, too?" I question, smiling to myself, knowing the answer already.  

"Nooooooo." He giggled. 

"Ok then, Lou. You go have a shower and go to bed, call me at lunch when I need to take you to the hospital before you just about die." I grin.  

"Okaayyy." Louis hung up, and I brought up my text messages and sent Niall a text.  

Watch Lou, you might have to help him in the shower LOL 

I put the phone into my bra, and I'm about to walk into the kitchen when I hear Stella and Clara whispering excitedly from inside. I stand in the doorframe, listening into the conversation.  

"So who did it?" Clara whispered excitedly.  

"Harry." Stella replied happily. I smiled to herself. So she spent the night with Harry? I felt incredibly happy for her. He had always been her favourite.  

"That's a nice tattoo, though." Clara said, and I frowned, suddenly confused and slightly pissed off. Tattoo?! 

"What?!" I ask, bursting into the kitchen, and I saw Stella pull her sleeve down over her right wrist, and I knew what she had gotten done straight away. This was the tattoo she was going to get for her eighteenth birthday, but chickened out before she got it.  

"Nothing, I-" Ignoring her, I raced over to her and grabbed her arm, and despite her struggle, I managed to rip her sleeve up and saw the ink the second I did, I knew exactly what would be there. I looked at it for a few seconds, not believing the little black infinity symbol across her wrist. I wanted to slap her, she could be so selfish sometimes, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I sat down on one of the chairs and felt like I was going to die of a mixture of sadness and anger.

A/N; 

If you're on a computer, there is a photo of my tattoo attatched, although it's a bit higher up on my wrist and a little bigger(: x