Nameless // h.s. au

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

*Hunter*

After the ten minute walk home I make my way up to my apartment. The hall is filled with music and I immediately recognize it as Alt- j blaring from my apartment. Fucking fantastic. So much for a nap.

I walk past the stairs, which just amplifies the music and remind myself to unplug the phone and avoid calls- aka complaints from neighbors.

The elevator buzzer sounds as I step into its confines with little to no energy. Floor one- I'm standing with slumped shoulders. Floor two- I'm leaning against the wall. Floor three- My head has lolled to one side and my hair is falling over my face. Floor four- my butt is on the floor and my knees are at my chest. Floor five, when the doors ding open to my floor- My legs are out in front of me and I'm clinging to my bag which rests in my lap.

"Ugh, god." I mumble as I clamber out of the elevator and into the loud hallway. My apartment is at the end of the hall near the window looking over the street.

I rummage through my bag in search of my nearly rusted keys and soon enough am grasping the cool metal I have been looking for.

The lock sticks and I rest my head against the wood of the door until I finally get the damn thing to click open. My body feels heavy.

My converse are kicked into the corner, my sweater discarded.

"Reina!" I call. My roommate is my fucking life but she always sleeps in past when I leave and when I return there's a cloud of smoke where oxygen should be and all of our friends are getting stoned on our couch.

"Hunter!" She calls hoarsely. A puff of smoke escapes her rosy lips as she takes the blunt from between them.

"Hunter!" Everyone greets in their intoxicated state. They all live in our building and you would think that would be close enough right? Wrong. Apparently they want to live with us. I mean Niall practically fucking lives on our couch.

The usual scene is before me- Ashton sitting in the chair while Luke leans against one of the legs, Reina sitting on the couch next to Amara and Bradley, Louis sitting on the opposing couch with Niall next to him taking up the rest of the room.

Usually more people are here but it's only one on a Thursday so I'm guessing Alee and Calvin aren't here because either they're too busy being tangled in Calvin's favorite silk sheets or they're fighting like wild animals and will end up getting tangled in the sheets later on in the whole scene. They only live downstairs so they'll show up eventually.

I shake my head with an ear to ear grin and make my way over to my roommate.

"Starting fun without me. Tsk, tsk." I scold, clicking my tongue.

"Well you're no fun you always leave before I wake up." She pouts, her blonde hair blanketing the cushion behind her and her green eyes staring up at me.

"Correction- you wake up after I have places to be." I bend down and kiss the top of her pretty little head, "Morning."

"Morning." She chirps taking another drag, "Want a puff?" She holds out the deliciously poisonous drug and I take it from her dainty.

I hold it between my lips and take a long puff. Pulling away only to inhale the smoke into my system. I take another before holding it between my teeth and taking the strap of my bag and pulling it over my head. I walk to my room slowly with the blunt still burning between my teeth and throw the ratty old messenger bag that has caused eight percent of my stress today carelessly onto my bed.

I turn to head back into the living room- which is right next to mine and come face to face with a blonde Irishman.

"Niall what are you doing in my room?" I question taking another drag off the blunt even though I get practically nothing because it needs to be re-lit.