Leave Me [h.s] (On hold)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25- I know who I want

-Noelle's POV-

Given the fact that I'd taken a rather long nap in Harry's room just a few hours before I went to bed, woke up at the ungodly hour of 4 am. I groaned and cursed my shitty sleeping pattern. All I wanted was to be able to sleep for 8 hours straight, and I meant really sleep, not just light sleep.

I tried to tell myself that if I got up now I would be dead tired by 8 o'clock tonight, and then I'd be right back at square one with my sleeping pattern. But that didn't help me fall back asleep, so I just cut my losses and sat up in bed.

I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand to see if I had any missed calls. Of course I didn't, nobody ever called me. Not only was I tired, I was also a moron. For a second I considered just chucking my phone at the wall, I mean, there's no sense in paying a phone bill if you never use your phone right? But then I figured that not having a phone could also have its downfalls, and I set my phone back down on the nightstand.

I got out from under the heavy covers on my hotel bed and walked into the bathroom, my eyes burning when I turned on the light.

I pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the water and let it warm up while I brushed my teeth. I didn't need to be at Marty's until 10 o'clock so I wasn't sure why I was even bothering since that was a whole six hours away, but what else could I do? Breakfast didn't even start for another two hours. I groaned and I stripped off my pajamas and hopped into the warmth of the shower.

I allowed the hot water to wash away the feeling of fatigue out of my body before I washed my hair, using nearly the whole travel sized bottle of soap that was sitting on the side of the tub.

If I wasn't completely out of money, besides the handful of change I'd kept for bus fare, I would go and buy myself some real shampoo. But when you were as broke as I currently was, shampoo seemed way too far out of reach.

I had no idea where I'd even be sleeping tonight, because I clearly couldn't pay for another night in the hotel. For a moment it seemed very exciting, not knowing where I'd be tonight, it seemed like just the type of thing that a spontaneous young person would be doing. But that was the problem, I didn't know how to be young or spontaneous.

I stood under the hot water that the shower was feeding out long after I'd finished washing my hair, allowing the skin on my fingers to crinkle up before I decided to get out. I wrapped a towel around my body and went back out into the room to rummage through my suitcase. Literally everything that I owned was stuffed into one suitcase and my backpack.

I picked out the clothes that seemed the most clean, which ended up being just a pair of ripped light wash jeans and a black t-shirt, and threw them on over my bra and underwear.

After I was dressed I walked back into the bathroom to deal with the mess that was my hair in the morning. Since it was still wet from the shower it seemed manageable, but I knew better. I turned on the small blow dryer that was mounted to he bathroom wall and dried my hair. I tried to comb through it with my brush a few times, but that just made it more of a frizzy disaster.

I groaned loudly, wanting to just shave all of my hair off and be done with it. But I knew that wasn't a practical option. I tucked my hair behind my ears and tried my hand at doing winged eyeliner, which turned out surprisingly well since I'd only put on eyeliner a handful of times prior to this. I applied mascara to my lashes, stabbing myself in the eye a few times. As good as I was at painting and drawing and all that, I definitely sucked at make-up.

My hair seemed to have settled down a bit so I ran the brush through it quickly and plugged my mini straightener into the wall. Since my hair was really short, I found that a travel size straightener was easier to use, and it also fit in my bag better, so it's a double win. It took me all of 10 minutes to straighten out all of my hair and swipe my bangs across one side of my forehead.