Apartment 211 (5SOS)

Chapter 3: "Giggles"

Lightweight P.O.V

It started on a weekend in May. That’s when I saw her sitting in a booth, drinking straight from the bottle of vodka. The group of people she had came with had left her. Yes, I kept my eyes on her all night. She was so beautiful, the way she tapped her foot to the beat of the music or would get up out of the booth sometimes and just be drinking straight from the bottle and give soft drunken smiles. That was a few weeks ago and every weekend it happens again. I watch her all night until we’re drunk enough so i can go home with her. We never talked when we’re sober, only when our blood is filled with alcohol.

“Yo, mate why don’t you just go over and talk to her before she’s too drunk to remember? We all know you want to.” My friend yelled in my ear over the music. My friends pestered me all night and every night about how I should try to get to know her, thinking they know everything about what’s going on.

They knew that me and this girl had a reoccurring thing going. We both liked to fuck each other and then I would leave like nothing happened until the next night when it happens again. I had only ever been over to her place though, she had never been near mine. I didn’t have anything against her coming to mine but it was always just better when we went to hers. I was always too drunk to remember much of her house or anything. I do remember she was great in bed.

“Oh, oh guys he’s getting up.” My friend said and I turned to him.

“Shut the fuck up. One more please, and a vodka.” I said to my friend then the bartender ordering my fifth and final beer, and a drink for her.

I made my way to this girl with her vodka, like every night. She was giggling again. Her giggle was cute. I slid into the booth beside her, putting her drink in front of her. She had noticed my presence and smiled at me showing her straight white teeth. She laced her fingers into my hair wrapping her hands around my neck first, and began to twist the ends of my hair.

I leaned in and touched my forehead against hers. She slowly leaned in more and we kissed, the first of many kisses for the night. I slowly got sloppy and started to leave kisses down her neck. I liked the way her skin tastes, like coconuts. I liked the way she also played with my hair every once in a while scratching my back with her short nails. God she knew what she was doing.

“What is your name?” She asked me giggling. She was a giggling mess. I couldn’t help but just kiss her again because she couldn’t know my name.

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I woke up in Giggles bed. Her bed was always so comfy and her sheets felt like clouds. Giggles, as i like to call her, was snoring softly. Not super loud but not exactly the most quiet either. It was perfect. It matched her cute frame. I grabbed my clothes from around her apartment slowly grabbing all my shit. I placed my wallet back in the pocket of my jeans and slipped them on, buttoning them up.

I had to walk through the apartment to find my flannel on the floor of what looked to be her living room. I started to hear footsteps from somewhere in the apartment so I quickly walked out grabbing what I believed to be the last of my things. Whatever I had left, if anything, I could take it back the next time I come here.

I walked down the busy streets and watched the cars pass one by one. I knew my way back to the flat where the guys would be. I knew my way around town fairly well for us moving in to finish up something. I watched a few more cars pass as I turned down the street to head back to the guys flat.

I pulled out my wallet getting out my key. I had to jiggle the door handle to get it open. Though the band and I had money it was hard to be noticed all the time. We liked to stay under the radar and not be noticed. I wouldn’t call it annoying but having someone come up and scream in your face was something else.

“Hey man where were you?” One of my friends asked as I walked in the door.

“I was out.” I couldn’t help but smirk thinking about Giggles.

“Was it with that one girl? The one drinking from the bottle?” Another one of my friends asked.

“Maybe.” I said giving them a devilish grin.

“Yeah he got laid.” They all looked at each other as my final friend spoke.