The Switch

Kat - Chapter 2.

KATARINA

I woke up on the hardwood floor of Luke's house after Louis shouted at me for some Advil. "Katarina Waters! Get me some Advil!" I sat up and went off to look for the Advil. Louis was a diva and I was used to it. There were no signs of Advil in the cabinet behind the mirror. How in the world did Luke deal with hangovers without Advil?

I went to the room that Louis was in. There stood Alex and Louis. I did my best to ignore her. "I don't know where it is, Lou," I said with a sigh.

He glared at me and crossed his arms. "Why are you so peppy?"

"She probably didn't drink anything at all," Alex spoke up with a crooked smile. "What a waste."

It was hard to shrug off her comment, but I did it anyway.

*

I tiptoed over to a sleeping Zayn.

"Giving up already, princess?" Alex's voice echoed in the room from the stairs. Her hair was wet, so she must have taken a shower. Or not. I wouldn't know. Maybe she sweated herself to sleep. Very cleanly indeed.

"No," I stammered and walked away from Zayn. I felt a piece of my heart break away because I loved Zayn quite a lot. He was my best friend, after all. "What are you doing, huh?"

"I don't know," she answered nonchalantly as she made her way over. "Being boringly innocent, I guess. Isn't that what you do?"

"I'm sorry that you're not content with me," I said and crossed my arms. "You're kinda stuck with me for the next month."

Louis spoke up soon after he heard our bickering. A smile was on his face as he walked over to us. His hair was messy and I resisted leaning over and fixing it for him.

"Hello, girls? What are you up to?"

"I'm being Katarina," Alex mocked my voice.

I glared at her and said, "I'm being Alex. Y'know, tattoos and manly things."

"Flowers and puppies," she teased me.

"Motorcycles and hot guys!" I said, louder this time. "I swear a lot too. Fuck you!"

"Fuck yourself."

"Do you want to fight?" I hissed at her and balled my fists. "I wouldn't mind taking you on right now."

"I don't fight," she said sweetly and walked away.

I guess being Alex wouldn't be hard after all.

"You can't wear that," Louis said to me.

I looked down at my dress. It had flowers on it and--was that puke? Oh my goodness, that was unsanitary. I had to change into something.

"What am I going to wear?" I asked with a groan whilst grabbing a napkin to wipe off the puke on the chest of my dress.

"You wear Alexandra's wardrobe, of course!" Louis answered sweetly. "Well, it's not here now, but you'll get it eventually."

"Oh my goodness." I fanned myself and massaged my temples. It was too early to be dealing with drama like this.

Louis walked away to join Alex--wherever she was. Probably drinking tea and doing whatever I do. I was really going to miss my friends because Luke, Ashton, Michael, and Calum didn't seem like quality friends. They got drunk and had way too many parties. I believed Ashton belonged to a frat. A frat.

I was standing outside on the patio and questioning my own existence when a tall boy came over and stood next to me. I looked over and saw Luke, who was pulling a box of cigarettes out of his pocket.