quarantined // H.S. FANFIC

Three

Theres nothing better than waking up at 7 am to do school... online from your home. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I still had to get up early and suffer through the day staring at my laptop for 7 hours. The first day of online school couldn't have gone by any worse. I thought waking up was gonna be the worst part, but no. My teachers decided to give me a shit ton of work that I didn't have time to finish during our scheduled class period which led to me not finishing till 8:30. I had to drink 4 cups of coffee just to keep my eyes open during the first half of the day since I was running on only 4 hours of sleep as of compared to my normal 9 to 13 hours. What? I like to sleep.

Anyways, I thought that the easiest part of my day would be winding down in my bed with some Netflix and slowly drifting off to sleep. Turns out it's not as easy as you think, at least for someone who normally goes to bed at 12 on a school night. I know that I need to go to bed at at least 10 if I want to somewhat get through my day tomorrow. I usually never have trouble falling asleep, but thats because my body is used to a certain time and that time is definitely not 10pm.

I decide to go downstairs to make some tea, hoping it will help calm my mind and put me to sleep. So, I quietly trudge down the stairs toward the kitchen and put the kettle on with some water. As I wait for the water to boil, I jump up on the counter, directly in front of the stove. I start to close my eyes, hoping to calm my busy mind till a familiar voice startles me.

"Fancy seeing you here," the voice I match with Harry's says causing me to shoot my head toward his direction.

He not only scared me to death, but right when I laid my eyes on him, the kettle started to whistle, so I quickly hop down from the counter and turn off the heat. Not paying any mind to the green eyed boy's shadow through the doorway, I pour myself the hot water and dip in my tea bag.

"Chamomile, my favorite," he says taking a mug and another tea bag out of the cupboard and pouring the remaining water.

"So you're just gonna take my tea without asking?" I snap.

"And you were planning to drink what I took?" He challenges.

I realize that I must be getting my period or something because that is definitely not how I wanted to come off.

"Sorry," I say as I take a seat on one of the stools in the room, "didn't mean to snap."

"No worries, everything ok?" he asks taking a sip from his mug.

"Just stressed," I reply with a shrug.

He begins talking again, but I can't hear him. I stare at his light pink lips that are just begging to be kissed. I can't help but think about the wonders his tongue can do inside me, making me even more horny than before.

"Elena?" He asks taking me out of my trance.

"Yeah," I say a little too loudly, "I'm listening, sorry, what were you saying?"

"Just how you and I seem to be the only ones up this late, like every night. I mean I know I go to bed late, but your family goes to bed at fucking 9:30, like who does that?"

"Yeah I've kinda got used to being alone at night when I'm home."

"Yeah, I could tell by how shocked you were to see Liam and I when we first arrived on Friday," he chuckles.

"Oh, that. Yeah... I definitely did not expect that," I agree.

"So, why are you stressed?"

"What?" I ask confused.

"Earlier you said you we're stressed."

"Oh, that, yeah," I realize, "Just with school, I'm still getting used to this online stuff and my teachers are doing nothing, but making it harder."

"Yeah same here. It sucks," he agrees, "I could use a drink, ya know other than tea."

When he says this, an idea popped into my head. Definitely not a good one, but a fun one. I'm still not tired and he doesn't seem to be either and I have some stuff I took from my parents over the past few weeks. I'm not sure if it's an appropriate thing to do, but that didn't stop me from asking.

"I mean, if you want I can get you something. I have stuff in my room. Only if you want to," I warn.

I immediately regret me actions as he stares at me, not answering for a few seconds till he opens his mouth to reply.

"That sounds great actually." He replies.

We put our mugs in the sink and I lead him to my room. When we go in, I carefully close the door behind him and he takes a seat on the couch I have in the corner of my room.

"I'll be back," i say before heading to my closet.

As I dig out the alcohol hidden away under a pile of clothes I begin to think about what a bad idea this is. My whole idea of tonight was to go to bed early and getting a full night of sleep, yet here I am grabbing drinks for my brothers best friend and I to have at 11 pm.

I return back with 3 cans of spiked seltzer, a hard lemonade, and a handle a quarter full.

"You really got the good shit," he says grabbing a mango claw.

"I try," I reply grabbing the same thing.

We fall into an awkward silence until I start to chug mine hoping the alcohol will kick in faster. I'm 100% a light weight, but that didn't stop me from grabbing the lemonade.

"That was quick," he says taking the last swig of his drink.

"We can share," I say gesturing to the bottle in my hands. He helps me open it then takes the first sip.

We pass it back and forth taking small sips and taking about my brother and how lazy he is. Once the bottle is finished, I definitely can feel the buzz already hitting me, giving that extra bit of confidence.

"I'm gonna do a trick," I say with a laugh, grabbing the last can of seltzer.

"Okkk," Harry says leaning back against a pillow.

I stand up from my seat and stab a hole in the bottom of the can, shotgunning it till it's all gone. Harry cheers me on than takes it upon himself to take a big sip of the tito's that was left.

"Heyyyy," I say grabbing it from him and taking an even bigger sip.

Before I know it, I'm completely wasted singing along to the song playing on Harry's phone. He is a bit drunk, but definitely not as bad a me. He quiets me down and silence falls over us once again.

Before I can stop myself, I lean in and press my lips to his and he kisses back. It becomes more heated with each passing second and I take it upon myself to bring my legs over, straddling his waist. His lips start to wonder around to my jaw and down my neck, as I run my fingers through his hair and push him down further. I let a few moans sneak out just before he stops and our eyes meet. The look he gives me is almost as if he is asking for permission. He seems hungry and I will happily give him what not only he wants, but I as well...