I let out a long, silent yawn into my palm as I watched the moonlight slowly pour into my room through the open curtains.
A chorus of cheers and chants of students came in from the open window who were on their way out to relive and regret the usual endeavours of a Wednesday night on the strip - like I had exactly a week ago, when I met Harry.
Charming, isn't it?
But instead of going out this week, I was sat on my bed in nothing but my boxer briefs watching the same episodes of Ru Paul's Drag Race which I'd already seen countless times over.
And why was I doing this?
Because it had been four days since I'd seen Harry, and I was slowly realising that any company that wasn't his - or, well, Liam's - bored me.
As soon as I got home on Saturday it was around nine, and I burned through some studying and coursework in record breaking time. Then the following day I was done with all of my assignments. I pretty much drowned myself in all things uni work just so the weekend would pass and the week would kick in, so I could count the days until I saw Harry again.
Which wouldn't be too long, hopefully. He had mentioned on Monday morning through text that his dad had to leave to check another one of the bakery's in his chain somewhere up north, so he'd be a bit busier this week than usual, but promised we'd see each other once he'd got the place in check, and that was all fine.
But man, I missed him.
I'd known him a week, hadn't seen him in four days and was pining over him already. Dating or not, I was a loser. Even Drunk Niall isn't that needy.
I let out a sigh and hopped off my bed, throwing a t-shirt over my shivering body as I went to close the window. I quickly peered out and watched the flood of students pour out onto the campus, wearing silly costumes that varied in contents of clothing. Of course there was someone in Miley Cyrus' skin coloured VMA's outfit. A proud achievement in likeliness, but the tufts of hair that seeped out of the skin tight shorts made me ill. I eventually shut the window.
I hadn't had five minutes of silence after closing the portal to disruption before there were three hard knocks on my door, and I knew by the second who it was.
"Oh, now to knock?" I yelled, perching myself back down onto the bed.
Shortly after, the door swung open and in fell Liam and Calum, wide smiles on their faces and a bottle of beer in their hands. "Leaving it awfully late to get ready, Niall." Liam commented, sticking the bottle to his mouth with an arched eyebrow.
"I told you guys I wasn't going out tonight." I said, hitting pause on my laptop.
"You remember him saying that, Calum?" Liam asked sarcastically. "I don't remember him saying that."
"Nope." The chipper, smaller male replied.
I shot him a stare. They both clearly remembered, since it was an hour ago when they were both at my door again, forcing me to go to Liam's room to pre-drink and avoid spending a truck load of cash on the bankrupting booze. "Not happening."
"Oh come on, Niall." Calum complained, stepping in and throwing himself onto my desk opposite the bottom of my bed. "I missed it last week, I want to hit it tonight."
"Can't you go with Luke and Liam, leaving me in peace?" I asked.
"Luke's home for the week seeing family." He informed me, taking a quick drink again. "You know, blood before bud and all that."
"That's not a phrase." I said, then looked between the Australian and the brute, rolling my eyes. "Still don't see why I have to go."
"Because, Niall, you're my best friend, and I want you there." Liam lied.
I turned to Calum and expected the truth. "It's because he's scared he'll see the girl he's been texting. You know, because-"
"He made a big game of himself, played the 'I'm a really popular guy with lots of friends, chicks fall at my feet' card, and now realises he has nothing to back that up?" I interrupted him.
Liam shook his head viciously. Calum nodded.
"Hm. Well I'm not a pawn in your cheap game of chess, Payne." I said with eyes narrowed, my fingers tickling the keys of my laptop waiting eagerly to press play again. "And speaking of Payne, you're both one in my ass right now, so get out."
Liam and Calum both exchanged a look, a shrug, and a sigh. "Told you." Liam said.
"You did." Calum admitted, then they both took a synchronised swig of their drink.
"Told you what?" I asked. Pissed that they'd both earned my attention through cheap mind games.
"That you're boring now." Calum said, nodding as he did. "And you are."
"No I'm not." I said, defending myself.
"I didn't finished. And you are, because you haven't fucked this new guy yet."
I narrowed my eyes even more than they already were, my eyelids almost vertical. "You're a real jackass, you know that?" I said, looking at Liam.
"What?" He said with a snigger. "You are boring. And whether you wanted people to know that you're a slow puller or not, you are. Grow some balls, blondie. We'd be out right now if you'd managed to grow a pair and suck his dick already."
His bluntness hurt me. Not even mad that he put an image in all three of our heads of me sucking a dick, more so at the fact he was straight up spilling truth while I was half naked watching Netflix. Maybe I was boring now.
But still, I had to at least attempt to defend myself. "I'll suck his dick on my time, not yours."
"Well we're all getting old, but the night's still young. So get your pants on and come party with us." Liam said, now sitting on my deskchair with his feet on my bed. Calum was perched on my window, looking down onto the ever-spilling crowd.
I pressed two fingers at the bridge of my nose and sighed. I wasn't getting out of this, not at least without feeling shitter than I already did so... Why not?
It took all the courage I had to swallow the little pride in this tiny body and respond to him, but in an eventual success, I did. "Throw me those jeans."
