Acid (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

8

I wake. I pry my dry eyes open, and an blinded by the switch from red eyelid skin to actual light. The sun is beaming in through the uneven slits of blinds on the windows. The light falls in jagged lines across the floor and dances off reflective surfaces onto the ceiling.

Where am I? I am jolted awake, feeling adrenaline rush through my blood.

"Easy, party girl." A rough voice chuckles. It is gruff and intimidating.

I lift myself up off of the trashed floor and look to my surroundings. The walls are spray painted clumsily, the floor is hardwood but trashed with cracked red plastic cups and smashed beer bottles, the apartment is utterly vandalized. I felt suddenly glad I didn't live here.

There was a boy however. He is blond with freckles dusted across his pale skin. His hair is naturally bleached, spiking up in random combinations on his head. It looks soft and messy. He has reddened lips matching his naturally rosy flushed cheeks.

As I rise from the floor I feel the pressure pounding like an oversized gong vibrating from temples to toes.

The boy crosses over to me and attempts to help me.

"Thank you, I'm okay." I say in a feminine morning voice. I clear my throat embarrassed of the current predicament.

"Is this your house?" I ask, holding my head.

He shakes his head with an amused grin.

"Nah," He leads me to the small kitchen and helps me onto the metal bar stool adjourning the counter. "This is Niall's place." He says.

I lay my head down on the counter top, the cold surface feels good against my hot forehead.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"About 12." He shrugs. I hear him rustle through the fridge behind me.

"Fuck." I say impressed. I think of Lilly and how she must have left me thousands of messages on my phone. I was supposed to go shopping with her today.

"Just so you know, this usually doesn't happen to me." I groggily lie through the rusted taste of sour alcohol.

The boy laughs.

"What hang overs?"

"No," I say. "Getting drunk." I lie again. Parties make me nuts.

"Sure." He doubtfully replies.

I would defend myself further but I am in too much pain.

As he shoves some food into his mouth, a door opens to the left.

A breath taking boy exits the darkened room.

He is tall and curly haired. Harry.

He is wearing nothing but a pair of green plaid boxers that hugged incredibly accurately to his hips.

He looked from me to the blond boy with an amused grin.

"Aye, Nick." He nodded towards to blond boy who was now named.

Nick grins and meets him half way as they exchange some sort of bro handshake.

"Aye Harry." Nick says.

"I thought she went home." Harry sternly says to Nick about me.

Nick looks over to me.

"She was wasted as shit dude," Nick laughs. "She left to go home with Malik but I guess she fell down in the hallway and Niall brought her back here." He tries to whisper so I can't hear but fails miserably.