Deeper Meanings (on hold)

why is whats on everyones mind

wow I can’t believe I actually uploaded a chapter, spontaneous yet again. Im going to try and update more over the holidays, they might not be long chapters but ill try. And this ISNT edited the best so be warned!

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“Why is there a why”

~ Why is what’s on everyones mind ~

I’m awake, I know I am, but my eyes just won’t open. They are heavy, very heavy. Why is my neck so sore and why can’t I find my pillows, if I did then why are they slippery. After what seemed to be five minutes I finally peeled my eyes open, the brightness was too much and it took a while for my eyes to adjust to this new light. It was then I found that I was lying in the bath tub, I was confused to say the least but at least now I know why my pillows are here. I tried to peel myself up out of the bath but my skin was sticky and didn’t seem to want to move from the smooth surface of the bath.

My head pounded as I began to think more, and I could only slightly remember the night before. The vodka. The dancing. The sweat, the nude runs, yes Harry and Lou ran around the house naked. More alcohol, no wonder I had a pounding head ach. As I look around I see no sign of life, that’s either because I was in the bathroom or everyone is dead, and at this point I didn’t care because I was in a desperate need of a shower. Score one for Skylar, falling asleep in the bathroom had its perks.

Food, greasy lovely food. That’s what I need, that’s what I crave. I’m no longer sticky from the sweat and alcohol, if I could have stayed in the shower forever, I think I would have. I also resisted the silver razor that stared at me on the shower hanger, tempting me. I leave my bedroom and go in search of food, and the boys because there is still no sign of any life form. Lost in thought I trip over something and land on the top of the stairs.

“Fuck” I yell as I jarred my elbow when falling. I turn, well roll, to see that I’ve fallen on a very unconscious, our dead, Niall. Great I’ve got a famous boy dead at the top of the stairs, I lean over and check for a pulse. Sorry scratch the last remark: great I’ve got a famous boy unconscious at the top of the stairs.

I left him there to go get my food, which I’m in need of. I walk through the living room to see three more unconscious boys, or possibly dead, I let out a small giggle as I observe them. Liam is curled up on one singular pillow with Zyans foot in is grasp, Zayn is lying face down on the floor with half is body on the couch and Louis in under the piano spooning a tequila bottle. I sigh in response to the mess that is calling to be cleaned up. I was about to yell at them all to wake up when I smelt the most intoxicating smell…. Bacon. I walk, well run, into the kitchen to see a half zombie half harry cooking the most wonderful thing in the world.

“Hey you” Harry says taking me out of my trance

“Hi, I see you are cooking”

“Making it nice and greasy” he says, my mouth waters at the sound of that “I only cooked enough for you and I” he says sheepishly

“Why only us”

“Well I heard you in the shower mumbling something about food when I woke up so I decided to cook us something for our hangover” he says with a pink tinge on his cheeks.

“You’re my hero” I say as he dished me a plate of what looks to be grease “wait where did you sleep”

“In your bed” he admits, I feel the heat overwhelmed my face, now we both have pink cheeks.

“We didn’t..”

“No!” he says interrupting so quickly as if he was repulsed by the thought of being with me, well what do you expect, he is Harry Styles and im nobody

“Skylar I didn’t mean it like that, I want to” Harry begins to say deepening his pink to a red “it’s just that it I want it to count, we were drunk and yeah…”

“Oh”

Now I was confused even more than this morning when I woke up inside my bath. Was Harry admitting something or what it all in my head.

“Now let’s eat” he exclaims after an awkward silence. And with that I let the bacon take over as I allow it into my life.

“HEY, why is there none for me!”

We both turn our heads to see a conscious Niall.

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About four hours later, everyone has arisen from the dead and eaten, the house is clean, and the rain has stopped letting the sun be seen again. Right now we are all sitting around the TV watching the hangover as it seems to be the most relevant movie. I wasn’t really paying attention to the movie or what was happening around me, all I could feel was Harry’s hand resting on my thigh, burning away at my skin. Why was I feeling like this, I couldn’t feel like this? I will only get hurt, or he will. After the storm passes tomorrow I will be alone, again and forever. My mind started to wonder, and not to a pretty place. I saw my brother, gosh I missed him, I need him, and he was my saviour and comfort when I was sad or lonely. But he isn’t around. He has gone. Why am I thinking of him, it will only make me feel worse, snap out of it Skylar come on.

“Skylar” I snap out of my thoughts and look at Liam whome called my name.

“Yes, sorry I was lost in thought” and they all were laughing, at me.

“We could tell that much” Louis said laughing

“I was calling your name for a few minutes” Liam stated

“Should have seen your face” Zayn said joining in

I looked away from them feeling ashamed, tears were in my eyes form my thoughts and their ridicule.

“Hey guys stop” harry yelled as he say the distraught look on my face “are you ok?” he asked me with a concern look on his face

“im fine, just thinking”

“well stop thinking of whatever is making you upset”

“ok Harry” I whisper with a small smile “Liam what do you want” turning to him

“oh nothing” he replies with a discomforting look

“no please tell me”

“ok well…” he started “we need to ring our manager tomorrow”

I look at him with confusion “what do you mean Liam?”

“The storm is clearing up already and by tomorrow it will be safe” he answers

“Sky, sweetie, we are one direction people will be asking were we are” Harry says quietly

“oh ok” was all I reply with a fake smile on my face

Reality has set in, they are leaving, leaving me. Why did I get my hopes up and think that they would stay. Of course they had to leave, venture into the real world, where they are loved and admired.

Then there is me, who is a nobody and will go back to being alone.

Alone.