Wondering

Chapter 5

(Guys I know my chapters are short but I haven't had time to come up with much. They will be longer when I can get time to put more thought into them :) enjoy 👇)

wake up not remembering a thing. I look over and see my bubbly roommate in pink matching pjs. What? How old is she? I look around and notice Robbie next no me in bed...what the fuck? I drank way too much and I'm just afraid of the possible outcomes of Robbie being in my bed. I could just ask Shae. Who am I kidding. I'm sure he is just here because he didn't have anywhere else to go.

I get up with a terrible hangover. Fuck. I have never gotten drunk before and when I walk in the bathroom there is the proof....vomit pooled in my toilet. Great. I flush it and spray some smelly shit that has a lavender sent to it around the bathroom. I put on a green sweater and black skinny jeans. I pull my hair back in a hair tie before putting on some light makeup. I look worse than I feel but I really don't care.

I go to class and it all seems like a blur. I hate it. I am never getting drunk again. When I walked in a had sunglasses on but my history teacher made me take them off. Even Harry's green mesmerizing eyes didn't help. The bright Jade color made it worse when he softly gazed onto my blan brown-green eyes. Literature wasn't any fun. None of my friends share that class with me...except Harry...is he my friend? No..I barely know him. Does he want to be friends?

What? What am I thinking? I am not even totally sure how I have gained the friends I have now. It took time to earn enough respect to have my only close friends Kailey and Myra. Ronnie has always Been close. I would count him in the best friend section too. Would he?

All these questions are giving me a worse head ache! I'm done...am I? My thoughts add in to annoy me. Damn I need help.

When I finally seem to get settled into literature the bell rings indicating we are finished. Harry doesn't seem to be affected by the hangover and I can't help but be jealous but curious of he even has one.

"Hey doesn't your head ache or anything? Or are you just a lucky bastard who has those stupid hangovers that end after one puke session" I say sarcasticlly.

"Well..." He gets cut of by his own laughter. It's such a mezmorizing beautiful sound. The way dimples cave into his cheeks just makes me melt. "I didn't drink. I-I don't usually"

"Oh well I'm just glad I wasn't driven home by someone intoxicated of there ass like Ronnie"

"Ahaha yea I bet! He passed out once I threw him in the car actually." He says still laughing. I join along in laughter...why? His laughter is just so contagious but What was so funny that was to amuse me? And why the fuck to I keep questioning myself in my head when I could be flirting with the tall green-eyed man standing before me?

I knock myself out of my trance before he says something and I miss it..too late.

"Kayla?" He says waving a large hand in front of my face

"Oh sorry...I-it was the hangover...making me lose...m-my train of thought." I ramble the words trying to come up with a reasonable excuse but it sounded worse that I planned it to. I just laugh nervously hoping to recover.

"Okay...well Niall just wanted to say sorry. He talked to me earlier saying he was going to when he saw you In geography but he got to sick to come today."

What?

"What? I-I mean...sorry for what?"

"For asking you on a date and it ending up shitty because he got drunk I assume" he says with a smug smile.

"That was a date?" I start doing something between a cough and a laugh. He asked me on a date? What? I was spending more time with Harry and Ronnie than anyone and he calls it a date...I feel bad really. He seemed so nervous asking me but what kind of date is at a frat house party?

"Yea!" He burst out into laughter but this time I am to busy asking myself questions to laugh along with him. "Yea it was. Well ill see you tomorrow Kayla." He says till laughing.

I nod and smile while he strides away from me. I feel a sudden emptyness. His company is just so warming and once it's gone...it's gone. Not coming back.

What? These questions I ask myself are are making me lose my mind but I need to answer them.

Who is he?

And what are my feelings towards him?

I have never been fond of being in a relationship but there is something about him. I don't know and I am not to eager to find out my feelings for him. We are friends...friends? I can't even call us friends. I barely know him.

"Hey!" I voice calls leaving my questions unanswered. "Can I have your number...maybe you can come up again." The voice continues.

"Huh?" I say finally realizing who it is...Harry?

"Yea..." He looks at his boots and shoves his hands in his pockets nervously rocking back and forth on his heels.

"U-uh yea." I pull out a paper and pen but he hands me his phone.

"Just add yourself as a contact." He says and i mentally slap myself on the forehead. I guess it would make sense and be a lot eaiser and more dependable than a piece of paper.

"Heheh...yea" I say embarrassed. "Here..." He takes his phone.

"Okay...well I-I'll see you tomorrow?" He says...or was that a question? Of course he will see me...I can't miss class, at least I don't want to.

"Yeah" I turn on my heel and walk away as I hear his boots clicking on the ground getting quieter and quieter.

(Okie so how ya guys liking it? I'm having trouble getting Kayla to like him in a smooth way and not rushing it. I recently read a book where the people fell in love the moment they met and that was just to unrealistic and corny for me to finish. I'm trying to keep Kayla normal but still kinda weird about things between her and Harry yet I'm making her out to be some lunatic that has someone in her head asking questions like someone from a mental institution but idk I think I have something to go with all the questions...lol this story is a disaster. 🙈 well comment what you think so far and if you see a typo comment on it and just say typo or something because I really don't have time to read over them. Sorry :)