Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 6

I wake up to a loud noise coming from my bedroom. I quickly stand up and take a look at my phone. It's half past three in the morning. 

I walk to the door of my bedroom and knock on it. I hear a small, quiet "Yeah?" from the other side. 

"Is everything okay? I heard a loud noise coming from there", I ask before opening the door.

"Yes, I just rolled off of the bed", Niall chuckles slightly which made me giggle a bit too. "I'm sorry for waking you up. You must be really tired", he apologizes while rubbing his temples.

"Oh don't worry! I just came to check if everything is alright", I say and send him a small smile which he returns. I yawn before turning around to walk out of the door.

"Do you want to sleep on this bed? I can go to the couch, this is your bedroom after all", he asks while getting up but I stop him. "No, no, the couch is actually really comfy and you must've had a rough night partying and all", I say as I go and put a blanket over his lying figure. He looks at me with a confused look and I quickly step back and say a quick 'good night' and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.

I had to make things awkward, didn't I? I had to cover him with a blanket like a little child! 

You're so embarrasing.

As I lie on the couch once again, I close my eyes but don't fall asleep. Great. Now I can't go back to sleep. This usually happens when I've been woken up by some nightmares at the middle of the night.  

Nightmares.

I had a lot of nightmares after me and Sam broke up. The nightmares were usually a déjà vu from the things that happened when I told him about my moving. But sometimes they were about him. He was beating me, which he'd never done to me in real life. He slapped me but only once.  He would never beat me.

How could you know? You thought he would never slap you and look what happened. He did! 

I shake the awful thoughts away from my mind. I always woke up crying after those nightmares. I hope my move here would erase those thoughts from my head and I could forget about everything, start all over again. 

I shake my head and go into the kitchen to grab something to eat. I'm always very hungry when I wake up, especially at night. 

As I walk to the kitchen I almost bump into a wall because of my sleepy state. It takes about 30 minutes for me to be fully awake.

I open the fridge and take a look for something to eat; nothing. I huff as I close the door and look something from the cabinets and I find cereal. I shrug before taking the box and taking some milk from the fridge and put them on the counter.

I close my eyes and lean my head on my hand as I pour the milk into the cereal. My arm almost slides off the counter which makes me open my eyes quickly and the realisation hits me.

I just poured the milk into the cereal box.

I slap myself on the forehead and rub the exact same spot shortly after that because I hit myself too hard.

My, God you're so stupid...

I quickly take spoon and start eating the cereal. I can't believe I didn't take a bowl. I am so sleepy.

I shake my head and lift myself to sit on the counter. I huff before taking the box of cereal in my hands.

"What the hell are you doing?", I hear someone say from behind me.

I drop the spoon in the box as I heard that raspy voice. "Oh, shoot!" I yell but quickly put my hand in front of my mouth. I turn my head to look behind me and I see Harry standing there in only his boxers, rubbing his eyes. I quickly put the box down next to me.