Mine (Book-1)

~Chapter 13~

(Nathan Roberts aesthetic⬆)

(Stand by me - Florence + The machine)

Tori's P.O.V

I groan, feeling the terrible pounding in my head. It feels like someone is hitting my head with a hammer repeatedly.

I sit up with my hand pressed over my forehead. I slowly open my eyes and look around. Harp's bedroom.

Harp and Nat are lying next to me in the bed, Alex and Fred are lying on the floor with a blanket covering them. But for some reason all of us are wearing our clothes from last night whereas Harp is in her pajamas.

I look towards the side to see the clock placed on the bedside table - 12:30 pm.

I stand up and slowly, find one of Harp's oversized hoodies, I get rid of the dress and slide that on.

Then I make my way down the stairs, towards the kitchen.

"Hey, you're up." Nathan passes me a grin, he is standing beside the coffee maker which still has some coffee in it and he himself is holding a cup of coffee.

"Can I have some coffee?" I look at him pleadingly.

He chuckles,"Yeah well it is for you... and of course, the others."

I pour myself a cup of coffee and stand beside him, leaning on the counter as well.

"Wait, when did we get home last night? And how did I end up in the bedroom? And why was Harp in her pajamas? And-"

"Woah, calm down." He chuckles.

"Sorry." I mutter sheepishly.

"Well, I drove all of us here last night and since Harper didn't seem very drunk, she didn't pass out in the car. When we arrived Alex, Nat, Fred and you were passed out. And I couldn't drag every one of you to the bedroom so I tried to wake up Fred and Alex but Harper told me not to wake Fred up for some reason. I tried to wake Alex up but he wasn't waking up, so I got a little impatient and threw a cup of water on his face, that worked." He stopped, chuckling to himself.

"Harp changed into her pajamas and went straight to bed. Me and Alex dragged Fred to the bedroom together. Then Alex took Nat and I carried you-" He stopped to look at me, "and laid you down on the bed." He passes me a smile.

"Oh... thanks." I give him a sheepish smile, "did you hear from Francy?" I ask.

"No, not yet. I sent her multiple texts already but she hasn't even seen them yet so I guess she's probably sleeping." Again, I see the tiniest bit of sadness in his eyes and yet again, he clouds it almost immediately.

Before any of us could say anything else, Harp and Nat enter the room. Harp wasn't hungover, that could be told easily whereas Nat was the opposite.

"Who made coffee?" Nat asks.

"Nathan." I reply, looking at Nat, "You look terrible."

"I'm never going to a party again." She grunts, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"And we all know that is a lie." Harper says.

I take out my phone, and start to browse through Instagram.

*Via Instagram*