Apartment

Apartment // Five.

WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION, DRUG USE, AND SEXUAL ACTIVITY.

It's been three days since I've seen my friends, work has been hectic and I've been busy with plans of opening my own shop.
I sigh while I watch Criminal Minds, I'm bored out of my mind. I contemplate whether I should call Matty, but I promised myself I wouldn't, well not this soon. I think I've contemplated this about 100 times [or more] over these pass days.

So I'm here drinking on my own and eating a donut, when my door bell rings. I down my white wine, maybe something interesting might happen. I look at my clothes, lace underwear and an oversized tee shirt. "Who is it?" I yell from across the room.

The person outside clears their throat "Harry."

I smile, at least I have someone to talk to "come on in, it's open."

I hear footsteps enter as I'm spread across the couch, still watching my program. Damn Dr. Reid is hot, he's a genius and good looking and sweet, perfection.

"Luna!" He tells before throwing himself on top of me.

"Ugh!" I groan "get off of me you pig."

He gasps, "are you calling me fat? That's not very nice."

"I'm not nice and yes! Get the fuck off." Just as he does he noticed I'm not wearing pants, he blushes. Then I notice Matty is there. "Oh shit." Was all I could say before I fell off the couch. I might have, kind of, freaked out.
"Fuck babe are you okay?" Harry asks. I say nothing but point to a pair of shorts, he throws them at me.

I get up, "You could have said Matty was with you."

"Sorry." Harry apologises.

I gather myself, "Well hello Matty welcome to my apartment, the Island of Misfits. Make yourself at home, do you guys want anything?"
I say already bringing them wine glasses.

They just smile filling up their glasses. Matty notices my sketch pad and starts skimming through it, "wow. You drew these?" He asks.

"Uh yeah," I say grabbing the back of my neck "they're really bad, I've been out of practice."

He scoffs, "bad? These are amazing! You have talent."

"Thank you." I say sitting on the arm chair. "So what are you guys doing here?"

Matty keeps looking at my legs that I purposely put in this position for him. Harry looks at him but shrugs "your birthday. It's all been planned out; thanks to yours truly."

I sink into my chair and sigh "but Harry--"

"I know Luna. You want something small and intimate so that's what I did. We'll pick you up at seven in 3 days."

I'm still carrying a pout on my face. "It's going to be fun. Trust me." Matty says reassuringly.
I smile.
"Oh you trust him but not your best friend?" Harry complains. I simply flip him the bird.

The next day Zayn invites us to an art exhibit where some of his work is going to be showcased. This is suppose to create hype for his upcoming Art Show.
I drive Violet and her boyfriend Tate, we arrive and I notice Tate looking dashing. "Woah. You clean up nice." I say "it's nice seeing you in something other than band tees and ripped jeans. But you know the grunge look looks great on you." He smirks eyeing Violet.

She glares at me, "Stop checking out my man! Especially when you're showing off so much skin. Look at you tight and revealing. You're dress is slit up your thigh and backless; only you can look sexy and 'sophisticated' at the same time."