First Time For Everything

10

Author's Note: this chapter goes hard but i'm also not very proud of it so it's a win-lose. also you're going to meet someone new mentioned in this chapter and he's totally made up. his pic will be of someone who's maybe recognizable but his character won't be based on him at all. 

also this chapter is pretty long and full of plot so sit back and relax (but stay on your toes ;) )

enjoy!

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5:00 in the morning is too early.

The boys and I made it home around one in the morning after a really intense game of football. Liam and Lou won over Zayn and Harry easily. It was pretty impressive to watch.

Niall managed to calm me down and we played referees for a while. We definitely did nothing to stop them from playing a dirty game, though. It's way more fun to watch when they make up rules as they go.

So now, four hours later, with barely three hours of sleep, I'm shaking Niall by his shoulders trying to make him wake up so we can catch a plane right out the country. I managed to wake up to the sound of my alarm, but in all honesty, I'm barely keeping my eyes open. I stop shaking my friend, resting my hands on his shoulders.

"Niall, come onnnnnnnn!" I groan, sitting back on my heels.

"I physically cannot move," Niall mumbles, his morning voice groggy.

I sigh, defeated. My whole body seems to be taking on the weight of the morning, fully affected by whatever Louis encouraged me to smoke last night, and I lay back down in the bed, rolling onto my back to match Niall.

"Don't go back to sleep. It's over for all of us if you go back to sleep," Niall whispers, readjusting the blankets to cover me again.

"What a shame," I yawn, appreciating the warmth the blankets provide, "if we missed our flight."

He chuckles and sighs.

We stay there for a few minutes, pretending like we're not both awake and need to get moving. Rain is gently pattering against my window, and the sun is struggling to get up, not helping at all with waking me. I want to stay in bed for the whole day, watching movies and writing songs with my friends and my parents.

A knock on my door drags me out of my wishful thinking faster than I can blink.

"Come on, kids," my dad's kind, fully awake voice calls, "Your boss is here."

My eyes fly open, "Shit."

"Shit," Niall agrees, rubbing his hands over his face.

I sit up slowly and push the blankets off again, sliding my legs off the side of the bed and stretching my arms out to the side. My room is cold thanks to the rainfall, so I stand up and groggily stumble across the room, flicking off my fan.

"I don't want to go to Italy," Niall admits, sitting up. He looks out the window tiredly.

His fluffy brown hair is messy, a shade lighter in the grey light. He's wearing a black shirt, which confused me when we went to bed because he doesn't typically wear shirts to sleep. His skin is slightly tan and it has been since our beach day. He's still wearing the necklace from last night.

"Don't move," I say with a smile.

Of course, he looks straight at me with a confused expression.

"I said don't move! Look out the window again."

"Whatever you say," he turns his head again, too sleepy to argue.

I walk quickly back towards the bed and grab the camera on my nightstand. It's a brand new 35 mm film camera that I bought special for the trip to Italy, hoping that I can find a different way to look at our little travel adventure besides frustrating and Scott-filled.