Lo•ve
/luh-v/
noun
Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be cupcakes and rainbows, if you find the one for you. You expect it to be easy. But no, if you find the one, you have to fight for them. It'll never be easy. Love is not a plan. It is a ce...
I open my eyes to see Alex sprawled on the sofa across me. I'm currently on the ground with Fred beside me. I try to move my head. Bad Idea. As soon as I do that, stabbing pain shoots through my head. Shit.
We're still at Harp's, someone clearly thought it was a good idea to sleep in the living room.
I hardly remember the car ride from the club to here. I sit up and rub my forehead. I grab my phone, wait what the heck? Whose phone is this?
"Hey,hey don't touch my phone!" Alex grumbles from the sofa.
"Have you seen mine?"
"I just woke up."
Yeah, no shit Sherlock." I huff.
I spot my phone peeking out of Freddie's front pocket. I quickly grab it.
Wrapped_Harp tagged you in a post.
I open my Instagram. And check my notifications to find a post that Harper shared, of us, last night. Where is she anyway?
*Via Instagram *
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Wrapped_Harp she's mine ❤ too bad you can't have her, your loss, bunny😎 View all 65 Comments.
NatNotRat hOttiEs 😵 Princese_Francesca Sorry couldn't make it yesterday 😢 TooMuchTyler Holy- Tori_idk Always yours..
I choked on air reading the Caption. She actually dedicated that to Ian. That's my girl.
I stand up and make my way to the kitchen, to find Nat and Harp sipping on coffee. Harper enjoying her coffee with her eyes closed, and Nat staring at her phone. I swear this girl cannot live 2 minutes without her phone. Like literally.
"Coffee's in the kettle." Harp says, not bothering to open her eyes, "And advil's in the top drawer in the kitchen, if you need."
"Definitely need that." I say. Looking for the pills in the drawer. Popping one in my mouth and gulping it down with water.
I take my coffee and take a seat in the table. No one daring to speak. Good to know I'm not the only one suffering from a hangover.
"Hey Harp can you tell-" Alex comes in the dining room.
"Coffee kettle in kitchen. Advil top drawer kithen." Harper huffs.
Alex dissapears in the kither nodding. The Freddie walks in. Not giving him a chance to speak, "Advil top drawer and coffee kettle, both kitchen." Harper repeats.
Everyone is present in the dining room and we're now just staring at each other.
