This Love is Ours [n.h]

[15] Meeting Cameron

Nicole Switzherbert

Expecting to wake up seeing Anne at the other side of the bed, I instead end up looking through the empty space beside me and staring blankly at the sunny blue sky while the song Drunk by Ed Sheeran is playing in last song sydrome in my head.

To the random sounds being heard all over the place, I realised they're already enjoying a bright and new day outside where they've been spending leisures on having a swim while I'm still sleeping. Maybe I could even have a dip later.

The wall clock that hanged by the wall says it is already eleven in the morning, that explains the questions why I feel like starving now. As far as I remember, Zayn said we'll be having breakfast buffet.

What happened to that though?

Is it that late when I got gome?

Who brought me back?

Do I still look normal and not molested-like?

Oh dear.

Standing up with all the scary thoughts in my mind, my head throbbed immediately as my sight blackened making me lean over the night table. I cannot remember how many cups of vodka I have drank but it sure did hit me massively.

This time hurts a lot than the last hungover I had. I slowly paced to the bathroom noticing that I have slept in my last night's outfit. I was still squeezed in that short and in that flowy white crop tee.

Turning the faucet on, I washed my face to wake myself up. I could realy use some bath already but I really can't move a lot since every time I do, I tend to wish not to fall. And falling in the bathrooms, they are not one of the reasons I would like to be printed in my death certificate. Like, it's so stupid and sad.

I went out the room looking for someone who could help me get tylenols to ease the pain in my head. And breakfast of course. They were sitting in the cottages outside in their bathing suits and board shorts and speedos. Their hair sticky and wet from having a swim before I even wake up.

Louis is the first who noticed my presence, "She's awake." he said sternly, face surprisingly beyond mad and irritated at me. Then I knew that they'd be referring to my total drunkness last night and the fact that I passed out.

Well, I would like to feel sorry for that as that is what they want me to feel. But seeing Niall smiling at me feels like literally seeing him like the first time again. I became speechless as a million butterflies took over my body. What's worst than that, is suddenly when my terrestial mind stopped thinking about needing food and medicine.

"Sup," I greeted all of them, pulling myself back together as I shake my head. "Sup you're face you little brat," Zayn said, glaring at me.

A laugh rose from my chest, asking what did I do wrong this time. Well, I got drunk on my graduation day didn't I? But they didn't get angry. What's the difference of getting wasted in Hawaii? "You were drinking with a lad who you just knew."

"Why is Niall any different?" I asked as I took umbrage at the slightest disrespect. "He was drinking with a lady whom he just knew." I added, accusation in my tone.

Niall on the other side though got startled at the mention of his name. His face surprised of why I was comparing myself to him and why I knew he was drinking with a lady. We'll his pals better explain that if ever.

"Well he's turning twenty-one, you're just turning eighteen on December." Zayn said which Harry fortified afterwards. "And he's a man," Harry said making me look so stupid. "-while you... you aren't a lady just yet."