Basketcase

Sleeping Like Rocks

Chapter Twenty

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"Guys I really don't think this is a good idea..."

I quickly slipped the key card in the door, a faint beep sounded. I plunged the handle down, "Shh," I warned pushing the door inwards. The light peaked in the room, a pile of shadows crowding the light ray as it lined the floor and up to the bed.

"Wow these guys really don't wanna be disturbed..." Zayn observed pointing out the signs on the floor, "the fridge and the clock are both unplugged." My eyes caught the cords snaking off the the bed side.

"Do not disturb? No shit Zayn," Harry croaked, puffing out a laugh.

"Hush," I sprayed, spit forced from my teeth.

"Ew! Gross, Lou!!!!" Zayn fussed, his arms swatted the air in front of him, gradually rubbing up against his face.

"What! Do you not understand when I say 'hush'!?" I yelled, a wicked electric spick zipping up my spin, clamping my lips and twitching my neck over to Ryan and Marissa on the bed. Not a sound... "Huh." I walked to the bed. "They're kinda like sleeping angels. Pretty cute." Ryan causally perched her arm over Marissa, curving her body inward facing her friend. She's so small.

"Hey Ryan." My head snapped back, pupils dilating as my body tensed momentarily. His lips beginning to move again. Fuck Harry! My whole body faced him, "Wake-" I thrusted my self into him, slamming him to the carpet.

"You're gonna ruin their sleep cycle, idiot!" I yelled while smashing my fist into his shoulder. Harry whimpered slightly between a soft chuckle.

Bed springs began to softly bounce in the stress Crap! A faint "Mmmm," called out from the packed pillows and blankets flooding the bed.

"Hit the deck," Niall called in a tight hissed yell, followed by extra weight pooling on top of me. They're all a bunch of bloody dicks.

"You guys are idiots." I went on, rolling Niall off my back and kicking his leg from mine. Geez. My gaze staring beyond the wood frame. Why haven't they spazzed? No yelling. I glance back to Harry sharing a crumpled confused expression. He simply shrugged his shoulders.

Stretching into a kneel, I peaked my eyes over. Ryan flipped, her body still curled in and eyes closed. Does she sleep like death? "We're clear?" I questioned, moans calling out from behind, "how the hell is this possible?" I looked back to the boys rolling over each other, "we were yelling... no?" I turn back to Ryan and Melissa, "Do you understand what just happened? Cause I am clueless."

"Yeah I don't think you get to be Fred anymore." Harry pronounced, arching himself into a bridge and flipping onto his knees.

"What!" I blurted, slamming my hand carelessly and hitting Zyan. "Shit, whoops?"

He cradled his cheek, "Louis!" he cried.

"No one! - and I mean not one - can question my fredness. End of story." I announced, crossing my arms over my chest.

His gaze shift, scrunching his face in anger, wincing slightly, "But 'I' didn't question your 'Fredness'!" Zyan protested.

"Oh right..." I returned sheepishly, facing Harry edging toward the door. Jumping into a prance, I pounced at his feet forcing his weight to topple down to my level. A 'Warning, keep out! Drifting on beside his struggling body, my head catching a quick glance to the girls in bed. What the hell? How aren't they up?

"Come on Lou I think we leave-"

My vision blurred a moment follow by a temporary sting in my left cheek, "he kicked me?" I responded wide eyed, staring at his foot. Harry began rolling, I let go just has he hit Niall.

Niall fell forward, knocking his head, lifting it slightly to moan. "Cool a mosh ball!" Zayn chimed in, willing falling forward oven Niall and Harry.

Niall seemed to look like a combination of nausea and blastful anger. "Okay who'd say that!? And then joined in?" Niall question, his face beaming red either from circulation cut off or fury.

"Well, I just did," Zayn commented starting to tickle me.

I wonder if there is something wrong... I began approaching the bed, "Oh no you don't!" Niall proclaimed, a sudden force clammed around my ankle, whipping my food off balance. My shoulder smashed against the carpet, a sudden coolness nipping at my foot. "This is for not paying attention or listening to me!" A light touch tapped at my feet, an pulse of electricity shocked my brain waves impulsing a wide fit of laughter.

My eyes widened, witnessing Niall less than a metre away, "Fuck-! Niallll" I exaggerated through breaths. My body shot out rapid movements. "Fuck off Niall!!!" I shouted, the laughter trickling to transformative rage and anger. "Stop tickling!" The sensation cease to let up, "Niall..." my fist stiffened, "Fuck... off!!!" my foot locking in and almost immediately hoisting out, the sensation immediately releasing. I breathed intensely, sitting up and huffing out breaths. Where is the bastard...? A patch is blonde laid against the carpet half a meter from me with Zander hovering over it. The fuck is he doing.

"Mate... he's unconscious..." Zyan turned back to me.

Like hell he is. I tucked my legs in and push off from behind, boost myself up. "He's fakin' so he don't have to deal with me after," I stated walking towards him.

Harry's head turned up, "no I'm pretty sure he's unconscious," he said. Niall coming into view Harry waved Niall's arm, the hand falling on the wrist joint lifeless.

My lips flattened, looking over the body face down in the carpet, "he still could be..." I went on, knock my shoe foot against the body, lifting it a bit. The body fell back into place. Fuck. "Well whatever," I shrugged, crossing my arms in my chest, "He deserved it," I turned away. Wait-" I turned back the to conscious boys facing me, "maybe we outta try an wake him up."

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A yawn broke the crease oh my lips, cracking a painful dryness in my lips. I tightly squinted my eyelids progressing into a stretch. I slipped my arm from underneath the covers; a cool tingle pricked my skin as I extended them overhead. "Reach..." I reached up pulling my muscles awake, "...for the sky..." I pulled the string from under my chin, relieving a pressure in my ear cannel, and placed the vibrant orange balls on the side table. I reach my arm out off the bedside, flopping my arm in the air and then against a smooth cool surface; an icy chill suddenly struck. Clawing at my phone, I lugging it on the blanket and pulled it up to my head. I dragged the skin near my left eye and then my hand over my left eye, touching at the creases and picking away sleep. Squint as my eyes open, I peered in at the blankets in front of me slowly inching my neck up. I blinked, blurring stares toward the screen. "5 pm," I blinked again, "Wow..." and lowered my head back, floating on a feathery base. "I slept 12 hours..."

I closed my eyes again. Inhaling, my feet began kick the covers away, cool air hissing in. I paused scrunching my face and stiffly exhaling. "Time for my stoutness exercise..." I sighed, slowly opening my eyes. Shifting my feet off the side, my arms hoisted my body on angle, eventually straightening.

My feet sunk to the ground, becoming embraced by what seemed as a bunny's coat. A small smile tugged at my lips. "Alright get up," I instructed, hoisting my arms on an angle. Squeezing my eyelids tight once before blinking them open, my stare focusing on the ground. "When I am up, down, touch the ground, it puts me in the mood." Planting my hand on the ground, a crack sounded in my back, a tingling pain hit cause to fall forward slightly, "Fuck!" My face scrunched up, "Geez, where did that come from..." I heaved my weight upward, perching my hand in support of my hip, turning my neck slowly left and right. "I'm definitely not in the mood any more..." Rubbing my neck, I walked toward the washroom. Why is the door closed? A sudden eerie chill nipped my toes and I stepped back. I glanced back to the bed, a lump of body still laid motionless. My hand slowly inched and twitched toward the door. W-Who is taking a shower?