Little Things (1D Fanfic)©

Chapter 32

It was late at night when Harry, Niall, and I arrived home. We had started out going down to the ice cream parlor after my audition, but Harry had made a wrong turn and we ended up in the next town over somehow. Now I know what all the commotion was about when everyone complained about Harry’s driving. Go figure.

Niall was the first to climb out of the car, gently shutting the door behind him and creeping up the driveway. He ran to the window and cupped his hands around his eyes to see inside. After a few moments, he pulled away and shook his head. Harry smirked and turned to me.

“Ever gotten drunk, Cam?” he smirked.

“Harry, I’m only seventeen. It’s illegal,” I replied, emphasizing the last word.

“Well, do you know enough about it to act the part?”

I was about to hit him on the arm for acting like this before my mind finally caught on, my mouth forming an “o” in the process.

“Liam will kill you. Maybe Louis too.”

Harry shrugged. “That’s a risk I am willing to take.”

I sighed. “Fine, I’ll do it. Sooner I get to bed, the better. I’m beat.”

“Eh, don’t forget about dinner. We never ate because of the audition and out adventure to find the invisible ice cream parlor.”

I grimaced and Harry shot me a look. Reluctantly, I nodded, and Harry smiled at me before shutting off his car and climbing out. The two of us jogged over to where Niall now stood at the front door, his hair tousled and his shirt scrunched up and wrinkled.

“Alright, lemme see ya,” Niall whispered. He fluffed up my hair so that it looked wild and pulled at my shirt in places so that it appeared as though I had fallen a few times and had no idea what was going on. He pulled back his hands to admire his handiwork, and his jacket zipper scraped across my wrist. I hissed a little, and Niall’s eyes immediately snapped over to my arm. His eyes momentarily met mine before he reached for my wrists, pulling up the sleeves to observe my skin.

I felt Harry next to me, his presence both comforting and irritating in a way. I knew he was looking over my shoulder at my wrists, double checking Niall’s work, and I couldn’t help but be peeved. Did they not trust me to stop hurting myself? Did they not think I was strong enough? I felt my jaw lock and imagined my eyes turning harder, more determined. I was strong enough. I can do this, no matter how hard it may seem.

Niall finished looking and I yanked my hands back, involuntarily glaring at him as I pulled the sleeves back down. He exchanged glances with Harry, and I felt Harry shrug next to me. I shoved my way past them and opened the front door, immediately giggling like an overly-happy person would. I spotted the kitchen light on and pointed to it, letting Harry and Niall know that that was where everyone probably was.

They both nodded and walked inside, Niall slamming the door behind him. “Guys?” Liam called out from the kitchen. “Harry? Cammie? Niall? That you?” he asked, coming out of the kitchen, Danielle, Zayn, Perrie, and Louis all following.

“Shh, Mr. Door! You’ll give us away!” Niall shushed the inanimate door, chuckling after.

“Niall, mate, you alright?” Zayn asked, raising his eyebrows at us.

“Louis! I missed you, babe!” I cheered, leaping into Zayn’s arms and kissing his cheek repeatedly. “Whoa! Babe, you need to shave,” I slurred, tapping his nose.

“Are you drunk?” Liam demanded. “Are you all drunk? YOU GOT MY SISTER DRUNK?!” Liam screamed at a stumbling Niall and Harry.

“Liam, mate, no need to scream. We didn’t get drunk. We just all went out and drank stuff. But I don’t remember what,” Harry replied, frowning a little and scratching his head.