the ballast of life // narry (slow updates) boyxboy

eight

harrys pov

Louis takes me back to the frat house that we always snuck into. The bass was thumping through the already sound proof walls and I rolled my eyes because I already have a headache because of Joey. I just stay with Louis the whole time since I didn't know where anyone else was. I knew a few faces here and there but I couldn't be bothered with them.

For the first half an hour I counted the same song repeated for the eighth time, but no one else really noticed. I sat alone on a couch watching a few girls dancing on the bench. The cool tinted glass of my beer bottle came in contact to my lips as I took a swig. It wasn't my first choice in drinks but it was that was left so it would have to do.

I began to imagine what it would be like if a drunk Niall had gotten up there and danced. Now that would be a sight.

I hadn't seen him here yet. Did he leave?

Who even throws a party on a Monday night?

I then joined Louis in a game of beer pong, we ended up pretty drunk because the opposing team were really good. They were all seniors from college but they didn't seem to care that we were a few years younger, plus we had some drunk bitch on our team anyway so the game wasn't really in our favour to begin with.

The rest of night after that was pretty much I blur but I'm pretty sure it fucking sucked. Like I said, I didn't really feel like coming since I'm tired as fuck and I would've been better off at home sleeping.

I woke up I the next morning on the couch next to girl wearing only panties and a guy who was shirtless. Luckily for me, I still had all my clothing on. All the curtains were shut, so there was only small amount of light peeking through the burgundy covers. One part was shining directly into my face.

I groaned and covered my eyes. I could tell that half the people had already left either last night or earlier this morning.

I quietly searched the house for Louis to see if he could drop me off at my house. After about fifteen minutes I gave up and decided just to walk home.

Checking to see I had both my phone and my wallet I left the frat house. Though, as soon as I did, I regretted not wearing jacket as the morning wind gushes at me. It feels like ice and it blows my hair all over the place. I was tempted to cut it off.

I stop at a convenient store. I could tell it was midday because even though it was an overcast day the sun was at it's highest peak. It hurt my head to look up but being the idiot I am, I did it anyway.

When I arrived back at my house I went to check my phone to see what time it was exactly, but it was out of battery. I groaned and went inside.

"Hi." My mum said as I shut the door. I went into the kitchen where she was.

I curtly nodded to her sbecause I'm not sure if my voice will work. She reaches into the cabinet and pulls out some Advil tablets and poured me a glass of lukewarm water.

She knew me too well.

I didn't say anything as I consumed them. I watched her as she cleaned up the sink, I start to wonder what she had just made, which reminded me that I was hungry. I was just about to leave when my mum asks another question.

"Where were you?" She asks. She puts a strand of her hair behind her ear as she leans against the bench.

"Out." I croak. It hurt my throat to talk and I wish I could remember what had happened last night for it to end up this way.

Mum rolled her eyes, "you shouldn't be skipping anymore school, I got a call last week saying your grades are dropping."

I don't even remember the last time I completed a piece of homework. I don't really want to disappoint my mum but at the same time I couldn't give two shits.

I mutter a sorry because I really don't know what else to say.

When I get to my room I look for my charger but then I remembered I left it Niall's place a few weeks ago. This is so fucking bullshit. I can't call him to get him to drop it off and I don't have my car to pick it up.

I go through everything in my room to see if there's something to do. I would've went to talk with Gemma for a bit but she's probably out with friends or at school or something. I ended up pulling all my drawers out of the dresser to see if the weight of them and my clothes were heavier then the frame itself. Turns out they weren't.

Maybe I should see what Louis got up to when he left.

No, my phone is dead.

Holy shit, I can't stand this.

"Mum!" I yell out the door. I'm pretty sure she has the same phone as me. I take my shirt off, I may as well have a shower.

I roll my eyes when she hadn't replied. "Mum!" I say a little louder. I make my way downstairs.

"What?" She asks. I could see her eyes immediately go to my stomach. "What the fuck is that?" She almosts laughs, "you got a butterfly tattooed to your stomach?" I've had that tattoo for a while but I guess she never noticed it on me. I could tell she was pissed but I'd already gotten so many tattoos before that one, isn't she used to it by now?

I frown, "no, it's a moth."

Mum just rolls her eyes, "what did you want?" She looked back down to the newspaper she was reading. I leaned back against the wall before I answered her.

"Did you have a spare charger?" I said sluggishly.

"For your phone? Where's yours?" She asks, not even looking up at me.

"I left it at Niall's. Can I use yours?"

Mum sighed, "sure, it's on the table, where's your car, by the way?"

I rolled my eyes, "I haven't fou—"

"Stop rolling your eyes." Mum cut me off. I rolled my eyes again right as she looked up and I went to go and get the charger off the table.

Once I have it plugged in I jump into the shower.

I turn it up quite high. I'm already in when the steam begins to appear so I don't go out to turn on the fan. I throughly wash my hair and then my body. I'm usually out by now but today I feel like staying in for a few more minutes. The steam has increase heaps. It's now not only filling the room but the actual shower aswell. It was really hot. I would probably be sweating right now if water weren't pouring on me.

I still need to somehow find my car and then go and get the charger off Niall. He's not still pissed is he?

I find myself imagining Niall here in the shower with me. I'm probably still drunk from last night. But now that it's started I don't really want to get out. I pin him against the steamy tiles, his hands tracing my wet skin. My lips latch to his neck and he begins to grind.

Before I know it I realise I'm holding my breath and my right hand is wrapped around myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? Jacking off to my best mate, that's fucking creepy. But I don't stop, I keep going until I've finished, and then stay in the shower until I've completely calmed down.

No straight guy would do this.

I shake my head to rid the thoughts - I'm not gay - I dry myself and head back into my room.

I turn on my now charged phone to see three missed calls from my mum and one from Niall. Mum was probably calling to see where I was and I have no idea why Niall called.

Would it be weird to call him back? I might feel uncomfortable talking to him now that I've done that. Nah, who cares. I press call back and wait for him to pick up.

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a/n

to the side is a trailer to the story although it still has the old name so I need to make a new one soon

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