One Too Many

Chapter 2

The sun shined through the window onto my face only making my slight headache worse. this is why I don't drink. I stretched my legs a little then stood up rubbing my eyes then heading towards the bathroom. "Woah." I mumbled looking in the mirror examining my hair that stuck in every direction. I turned on the sink, putting my hands under the cold water and then rubbing my face. I took off my shirt and through it over the shower top and walked into my room grabbing some boxers and pajama pants and switching them for my dirty jeans.

I sat back in the living room on the couch flipping on the tele, since it was Saturday I have not much to do. I picked up my phone from the table, checking the messages i received from last night up until now. "Hey you didn't get to make it last night, but we're having another fire tonight! you should come! -Craig" I huffed and set the phone in my lap. It's not like i did not like hanging out with Craig and the rest of the 'crew' it's just that we do it every weekend. It wouldn't be as bad if we could mix it up a little. Maybe invite more people. Louis! I could invite him, that would be really nice, and it seemed like he liked me last night. "Hello, It's Harry." To formal, "HIII, it's harry, from the bar :)!" That's to much. Maybe i shouldn't even text him at all.

I mean yeah we only met last night why would he want to go to my friends house and have a fire with more people he has never met a day in his life. But it would be cool to hang out with him, plus he said i could ring him to hang out some more. After debating for about 5 minutes i finally texted him. "Hi Louis, its harry from the bar! i was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight maybe 7'ish?" Only after 2 seconds of hitting send i regretted it. I tossed my phone aside and flipped through the channels waiting for a reply. I really liked Louis, he was nice and pretty cute, so i hoped he said yeah. I would love to get to know him more. My thoughts were stopped when my phone vibrated. "Who is this? Who's Louis?" What is he talking about? Did he give me the wrong number last night? "Harry from the bar, after the parade?"

It had to be a misunderstanding. Louis seemed so nice. I don't see why he would do something like give me the wrong number. That's so... so mean. Maybe he just forgot. "I'm sorry, i don't know a Harry or a Louis, my name is Alex." As soon as i read that i was pissed. How could Louis do that to me? I thought we had so much fun. Honestly i was hurt. Not because i had something with him, i mean we only met once in a bar for a little while, but it hurt that he would lie to me like that. I mean he did ask if i wanted his number. What ever, i wont put much thought into it. It is just some guy.

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"Yeah i'll come tonight." i promised Craig over the phone as i decided between a sweater or a T. "No i do not have a date." I'm not even sure why he asked that, I haven't had a date in ages. "Okay, okay. Bye. " I hung up throwing my phone on the bed and focusing on the clothing choices i had out. I figured it was going to get cold out later so i threw the sweater on and grabbed some sneakers. I sighed looking in the mirror, grabbing my phone and my keys. "What the fuck." i said coming outside to see an empty driveway. "Fuck." I pushed my hair back remembering I had left it down the street from the bar. "I will be there a little bit late, gotta get my car." I texted Craig and started down the street. The street was still slightly dirty with beads and colorful ribbons and such from last night.

I kicked a can out of my way and continued toward my car. My phone vibrated "See you when you get here then aha." I read the text from Craig and stuffed my phone back in my pocket. I was almost there when my phone began to ring. I thought it was Craig calling to check up, but when i answered i almost choked. "Hey it's Louis." i was confused, what the hell he just text me a couple hours ago saying it was some guy named Alex. "Hello?" "Oh hey," I finally answered. "What's up?" he asked as if nothing was wrong. "Nothing, how are you." "good.... good." It was quit for a moment before i got an idea, "Would you like to go to a bond-fire tonight with me?" "Who's all going to be there?" He replayed shuffling through the phone. "Just me and a couple of friends. You'll like them they're pretty chill." I mentally crossed my fingers.