Broken

Three-fifths of One Direction

                My head was pounding. My body ached. I just felt like a mess as my eyes slowly began to open up.  I groaned as I sat up, my head spinning with a massive head rush. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed I expected my feet to hit the familiar cold hardwood flooring of my bedroom. However, my feet hit carpet instead. I realized was that I wasn’t in my room. I had no idea where I was. The room was white with a few photos hanging on the walls and a small desk in the corner. I didn’t recall ever being in this room before so I definitely wasn’t at Annie’s or Jade’s. So where the hell was I? And why can’t I remember how I got here?

                Cautiously, I got up from the bed, noticing I was in jeans and Tristan’s sweater. That’s when it hit me. Tristan coming over yesterday, the Tequila, walking around for hours, seeing Tristan and that girl, going absolutely mental in an alleyway, and finally, the mystery boy who found me there. He had brought me home with him. Was this his room? I opened the bedroom door and peeked out into a hallway where I saw a flight of stairs leading down. I looked back and saw that my boots were up against the foot of the bed. I decided to leave them there as I didn’t want to be rude and just walk around his house with my dirty shoes. I crept down the stairs, my ears picking up voices around the corner. My eyes averted to the couch, a blanket piled in a heap on it with a dented pillow. I immediately felt bad. He could’ve let me sleep on the couch.

                As I stared at the continued to stare at the couch, I didn’t notice the person who came around the corner.

                “Oh, hello there.” I turned my head to see another boy with brown hair swept across his forehead. He had somewhat of a babyish face but he was still very good looking. But as I studied him more, a sense of familiarity hit me. I felt like I had seen him before; not only him but the green eyed boy who brought me here as well.

                “Um, hi,” I replied awkwardly. The boy smiled at me.

                “Harry, she’s awake!” he yelled back into a doorway. “I’m Louis,” he said putting his hand out. I politely shook his hand and smiled back at him. Just then, the green eyed boy who was supposedly Harry walked in and grinned at me. I couldn’t help but grin back. These boys were incredibly kind.

                “Glad to see you’re up! Hungry?” he asked. My stomach growled as he spoke.

                “Yes, actually,” I giggled.

                “Good, because I just made a load of pancakes.” I followed the boys into their kitchen, the pleasant aroma of fresh pancakes filling my nose and making my mouth water. Harry pulled out a plate, stacking three pancakes on it before handing it to me.

                “The syrup’s on the table and the forks and knives are in the drawer behind you,” Harry said as he made a plate for himself. I grabbed a fork and knife and sat down at the table, reaching for the syrup. I poured a generous amount on the pancakes and dug in. Louis and Harry sat down across from me.

                “So, I don’t believe we ever got your name,” Louis said, shoveling a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

                “I’m Neri,” I said.

                “Neri? That’s a unique name. It’s very pretty,” Harry smiled.

                “Thanks,” I said blushing slightly. I finished of the delicious breakfast while Harry and Louis joked around. Louis then walked out to take a shower, leaving Harry and I in an awkward silence.