I wake up to a loud snore a few feet away. Forgetting my whereabouts, I sit up far too quickly, and look to my left to see Louis passed out on his bed, snoring loudly. My quick reaction to sit up caused my body to remember the large hangover I had from last night, and I immidiately realized I was going to be sick. I jump out of the bed and run down the hall to the bathroom where I encountered Zayn the night before.
"Holy shit." I mumble to myself as I open the door. A few people are passed out in the bathroom, and there is vomit everywhere. The stench causes me to immidiately be sick and I lean over the toilet to do so. I hear footsteps, then I feel somebody tugging my hair back out of my face. Before I can react to who is touching me, I let go once more. Once I'm done I hastily stand up and turn around to see his face.
"Good Morning, Baby." Harry says with a smirk, and my cheeks begin to flush. Harry had previously just seen me vomiting. The thought makes me cringe, and I quickly try to erase the thought out of my head. I look up at the hungover boy and smile.
"Good morning, Harry" I say, using his tone. He chucles at my come back and looks at the passed out bodies in disgust. I laugh, and we get out of the bathroom as quickly as possible. We walk down the hall and he guides me to the frat houses' kitchen. It has black marble counters, and oak wood cupboards. It was modern, yet nice.
"Do you like hot chocolate?" He asks me, and I feel confused. Why on earth would I drink hot chocolate at this time in the morning. Realizing I am unaware of the time, and the fact I dont have my phone, I begin to panic. I think Harry noticed when he pulls my iPhone out of his jeans.
"I made sure you wouldn't lose it, next time put a lock on it... I saw a nice photo." He says, handing it back with a wink. I begin to panic and think about what photos are on my phone. He notices and chuckles, pouring hot chocolate into a black mug.
"Let's just say, you look fucking good in black." He mumbles, this time with a tone of something I couldn't set my mind on. Was it lust? I brush off the thought quickly and think about my photos, oh my god. I realize it was a photo my friend had taken a few years ago of me standing in my bedroom, in nothing but black laced lingerie.
"You shouldn't have looked through my phone." I say, annoyed. He ignores my anger and slides my hot chocolate across the marble island.
"I never regret." He said darkly, and I question his comment.
"Oh come on, I'm more than sure you have regrets." I say, and he shrugs, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. "What's up with the hot chocolate?" I add in. He looks at me and smirks.
"Whenever I'm tired, mad, upset, or anything, I drink hot chocolate. Always have, always will." He states proudly and I can't help but smile. I take a sip of the hot chocolate and look at the time. It's 2:34 pm, and I have the sudden urge to get home. Wait, Carmen!
"where the hell is Carmen?!" I ask, and he walks around the island, putting his muscular arm around my shoulder.
"Don't worry, she slept in my room. She's still asleep." He says, and I immediately feel something inside of me. Jealousy. I then remember she has a boyfriend, and I smile to myself. I see Harry as only a friend, a good friend, I remind myself, and take another sip of this delicious hot chocolate.
"Good morning!" A voice echoes through the kitchen, I turn to see Louis shirtless, revealing a chest tattoo. He really is attractive. Harry is better though, my subconcious adds, and I cause myself to blush. Louis sits beside me on the island, and Harry shoots his head to where Louis is sitting.
"Good morning!" I say, and I finish the last sip of my now cold hot chocolate. Louis and Harry conversate, and I get up to go find Carmen. I enter a few rooms before discovering her in a dark room. I turn on the lights and realize I am in Harry's bedroom.
The walls were a navy blue, and he had a shelf, filled with old indie records. In the corner is a guitar, and his desk is in the corner, with a Macbook resting on top. His single bed is on one side, unmade, and Carmen is in the other. I begin to wonder why he brought Carmen in here, but I brush off the thought. I notice a brown leather book not-well hidden under his matress, but I leave it. It's probaby a diary or something.
"What time is it." Carmen mumbles into her pillow. I giggle, looking at her hungover self. I sit on the edge of Harry's bed. and look at her trying not to laugh at her hungover state. After the hot chocolate, I feel a lot better.
"its almost 3:00, Louis' going to drive us home." I say, and she groans and gets up. Her long straight hair is tangly and wavy, and she had her clothes on from last night, yet she still looks beautiful. We head downstairs, where Louis now has a shirt on, and is ready to drive us home. We say our goodbyes but as soon as I turn to leave, Harry calls my name.
"Baby, wait! Come here." He says quickly, and I nervously approach him. He looks down at me, and his stern face falls into a smile. His hair is pushed back in a green bandana, and he looks absolutely gorgeous. "I'll text you, I want to hang out soon." He says, and I nod. "Yeah, cool." He says and we stand awkwardly for a moment, and I turn and walk out the frat door.
"Harry was weird." Louis says, stepping into the car. Carmen takes the back this time as I climb into the pasenger seat. Louis begins to drive, and I get curious to what he meant by what he just said.
"What do you mean?" I ask, and he shrugs.
"Harry was being all weird, he's normally all chill and shit, and then he seemed nervous. He's a cool dude, though." He says casually, and I nod in agreement. The rest of the car ride was silent, besides the punk metal coming out of the radio.
"Thanks again for the ride, it means alot!" I say, and he nods and smiles. We walk through the corridors to our dorm, and as we get in, Carmen falls onto the bed and passes out. I begin to wonder what to do, so I grab my phone, and try facetiming my 27 year old brother, Dylan. After a few rings he picks up.
"Hey, Baby!" He says through the phone and I smile widely. My brother went to Washington State for Uni, then went abroad to France. I was insanely jealous of him, but this uni will have to do for now.
"Hey, Dylan... how's everything going?" He asks, and I tell him all about my first day here, and the party. He has the big brother speech, telling me that there are a lot of drugs in uni, but I barely listen.
Hours pass, and I say goodbye to my brother. We hang up, and I decide to grab my book to occupy me. I'm in the middle of "Looking for Alaska." by John Green.
"Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there." I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope its beautiful." I read, and once again John Green impresses me with his words.
I feel my eyes begin to drift to sleep, until I feel my phone vibrate and I check the ID. It was a text from Harry. My heart skips a beat and I slide my phone to unlock it.
"Hi, you're probably tired, but I dont care. I want to take you somewhere, so be ready in 10. - H x " I read, and I feel as though my chest is about to blow. Where are we going, and are we going alone? Questions run through my head as I begin to get changed and look as good as possible. I hear my phone vibrate again and I read one more text.
"Come outside."
