Cuts and bolts ls

chapter four

The moon bloomed through an ink black sky.
I focused my mind on now, the excitement of walking through the dark with your friends, laughter piercing though silence. The giddy feeling of being on top of the world, the feeling of being unstoppable and safe.

The still buildings surrounding us looked both haunting and welcoming, a mixture of anticipation and pure content to walk freely, miles away from home with the people that protected me from any hidden reality that the world has to offer. I was living in a magic bubble where time froze still and refused to progress further into another day
Liam, Matt and I took the flight of stairs.

"So what did you think of our crazy friends, Matt?" I said, turning so I was walking up the stairs backwards.

"Very crazy," he returned with a tired smile.

"Ahh well, you better get used to it. You're part of the craziness now."

"And when he says the 'craziness', he means him and Niall," Liam added, winking in my direction.

"That's a lie, I am a mature adolescence."

"You're walking backwards up the stairs," he encountered.

"What can I say, I'm a talented man?"

Liam stopped as my foot sunk into the air, and I realised there were no longer any stairs left.

"Good luck, Lou," He said with a sympathetic smile, his eyebrows curved in worry. Yes, we were at the top of the staircase, I groaned.

"I think I might sleep outside," I muttered. I wasn't joking either.

I went to walk, but Liam pulled me back by the sleeve of my hoodie.

"You tell me if he lays a finger on you and I'll be right over there, okay?"

I nodded, looking him in the eye so he would believe me before going into my room.

I unlocked the door, breathed, opened it, then switched the light on.

Only to find Harry kissing the face off some girl on our couch.

My stomach turned in disgust.

I'm not going to lie, it hurt a little to see him kissing her with his hands on either side of her head. I tried to ignore his hips grinding into her as he sunk deeper into the kiss, this was so wrong.

"Harry," I shouted above their kissing.

I couldn't tell if he was ignoring me or couldn't hear me, but there was no way I was letting them have sex on a couch I had to sit on for the rest of my time on campus. I needed some authority.

Yet I found myself standing helplessly like a part of the furniture, making just as much of a move than any other piece of furniture that stood in the room with me, longing for them to just stop. Doing nothing certainly wasn't doing the trick. I thought of going into Liam's room, or anywhere- I couldn't watch this.

I randomly opted for grabbing a cushion- don't ask. I threw it at his head so he was literally forced to at least acknowledge my presence. It seemed like a stupid idea but it actually worked, the girl gasped at the lack of contact, her hands desperately moving over his bare chest. His muscular bare chest.