Telekinesis and Other Powers

Love is Easy

Short update today. Not sure where to take this. But I felt like I owed you guys stuff. And I have zero life. xD

I woke up with a pounding headache. Stretching my arms up, I spotted Liam on the floor by the bed with a book.

"Hey! Welcome back to the world!" he said, grinning.

"Is this what it feels like to have a hangover?" I asked. Liam chuckled.

"You wake up after probably getting a concussion and the first words you say are 'Is this what it feels like to have a hangover'."

"I've never had a drink. Had a druggie uncle," I muttered, feeling the bandage on my head. "And I don't think I feel bad enough to have a concussion..."

"Maybe we should see the doctor anyway?" he asked, getting up. I shrugged.

"They're probably not even open. It is the day after Christmas. We can just change the bandage," I remarked, pulling the covers up and slowly placing my feet on the wood flooring. The room spun a bit, but I ignored it, taking Liam's arm. "Couch," I stated. "Tea, and a film."

We continued watching the end of the Harry Potter marathon, me sipping a vat of tea.

"Can I ask you something?" Liam asked.

"You just did. But go for it," I laughed.

"You know last week you freaked out? What was that about?"

"That was two," I started, fiddling with the floppy winter hat that was concealing the new bandage. "I had a friend." Liam stared at me, playing with some of my hair as my head lay on his chest. "I met her online...And then it turned out she lived really close to me. And she was driving over to meet me for real when she got in a car accident..." I whispered, my eyes squeezed shut to prevent tears-to block out the cruel world. "And that was the anniversary. That day." I continued to keep my eyes shut, my face buried into his jumper. He wrapped his arms around my torso, saying nothing. He knew I didn't want to hear he was sorry. It wasn't his fault. We sat like that for a while, the sounds of Harry and Moaning Myrtle forgotten.

"Let's eat cookies," I suggested, unearthing my face from his chest.

"Let's," he agreed. We pulled out some of the many cookies I had decorated, stuffing our mouths with them and laughing hysterically, sending crumbs everywhere. I seized this opportunity to put on some music. Specifically music we both hated, but loved to sing with and make fun of. That's right, all. One Direction.

"WAIT!" I yelled in the middle of Tell Me a Lie.

"What?!" Liam yelled back.

"WE SHOULD FILM THIS!!"

Now, it was a crappy video, but I was delrious from my injury and the pain killers. As for Liam, he had no excuse, but he agreed, setting up the camera. Titled "Merry Christmas Have Some 1D", it was essentially a fifteen minute mashup of us dancing around and belting some One Direction songs. The subscribers loved it, though-speculating if we were dating, if we were drunk, and hey! What happened to her head?! After uploading the sloppily edited video, Liam and I plonked onto the bed, totally exhausted and still laughing like crazy people. Finally I exhaled loudly.

"Good night, Liam!" I shouted. He was already asleep.