Lights (2019)

Hardly Working

"Blair, what the actual fuck?"

I snap my eyes open and look up to see Louis standing over me, his jaw clenched and his eyes angry. Oh here we go...and it is so early. I haven't even had my coffee yet and here I am having to mediate. I then realize Harry is still holding me. Well, this just got so much worse. Is it too late to hit the "abort mission" button?

"What is he still doing here? And why--"

"Shh!" I shush him, knowing if Harry wakes up, all hell will break loose. "I didn't want him driving back in the middle of the night," I tell Louis.

"Why not? Maybe he could have gotten into a car crash and relieved us all."

"A little harsh don't you think?" I exclaim in a whisper.

"Such a kind thought there," Harry mumbles without opening his eyes. "You must have so many friends."

I face palm, and so the cycle continues.

"I don't want him sleeping over any more," Louis says, ignoring Harry. I somehow untangle myself from Harry and stand so I am able to flick Louis in the side of the head.

"Ow!" He exclaimed.

"Are you always this infuriating in the morning?" Harry opens his eyes now; they're dark and still frosted with sleep. "Oh no, that's right you're always infuriating."

"Blair, he needs to leave." Louis huffed.

"Who are you? Her dad?" Harry snorts. If it was possible I think my eyes would have rolled into the back of my head and stayed there. I mean what was the point of them coming down... these two would just do something idiotic again.

"No, but I am her brother, and I advise you get your sorry ass out of her bed before I wake her father," Louis snaps.

"Stepbrother," Harry corrects still holding a pillow. "You're not her real brother."

"Jesus take the wheel! I have had it with you two!" I say, arriving at my wit's end. "Did I not say that I would wring your necks if I heard you two fighting again? Can there be no peace?" They both stare at me. Louis huffs and walks out of the room, leaving a me with a smirking Harry. "Oh, wipe that dumb ass smirk off your face, Harry."

I walk over to my set of drawers and grab my work shirt along with a pair of jeans. I walk into my bathroom and shut the door behind me so I can have some privacy. My hair looks like a rat had made a home in it, which is actually very possible. I pull my shirt over my head replacing it with the new one. I also tug on my jeans which have proved to be freshly washed and incredibly difficult to put on. Let us just say it involved a lot of me jumping around my bathroom. Screw combing my hair, putting on those pants just gave me enough exercise for the month. I threw my hair into a pony tail... so now I looked as though I hate a horse's tail that had been turned into a rats' nest attached to my head. But hey, that is as good as it is going to get. I pop the door back open and see Harry still laying in the bed. I begin to run the water in the sink waiting for it to heat a little.

"He's a prick," Harry snorts, getting out of bed and running a hand through his hair.

"You are too," I say, splashing water on my face. "You provoke him."

"But he reacts," Harry points out coming beside me. He messes with his hair in the mirror as I brush my teeth. He stares and me and smiles a wicked time. "Hey, can I borrow your toothbrush?" He asks.

"Fuck no!" I say spitting into the sink. I rinse the toothpaste from my mouth. I glare at him and Harry just laughs. "That is unsanitary. I don't know where your mouth has been."