Learn From Me - L.T

08

"You fucking liar— go home. You can't just lay around her house and wait for her to come home like a sad housewife. What is going to happen when Amy comes home, with her friends, and they see you sitting around her house in the middle of the night?"

"Zayn you are missing the point, now back to my initial question— why can't I just pick her up?" I flip through the channels, not paying much attention to his warnings.

"Oh my fucking g— because everyone will see their teacher picking up his student who is drunk and again— his fucking student. Are you drunk? Or high? What is wrong with you?"

I snort at his anger seeping through the phone like hot vinegar, "No, not anymore. Do I really have to leave? I kind of like being in her house,"

"Dude, only a fucking stalker or creep says shit like that. Hold up,"

A few seconds go by before I head Zayn come back onto the phone while I flick the TV back off after realizing nothing good is on right now. I miss my Netflix account, can I just log in? Or would that be too much?

"Val just texted me, they're both okay and still at Harry's. She's going to go to the gas station so, Niall is going to have to watch Amy."

Niall? "Fuck that, Niall is the most distracted and unaware person I've ever had in my class. Look, I can't trust Niall to keep her safe." I stand up, looking around for my car keys while Zayn lets out a long sigh. "I'm going to pick her up,"

"No! Fuck— you're really going to make me drive out there and stop you from being a fucking idiot?"

"Shut up, I don't trust Niall. I don't give a fuck what I said, I can't imagine Niall to be more responsible or vigilant while shitfaced." I catch a glimpse of the shiny metal poking out from the cushions and my fingers pinch it out.

"Oh, great. You're really making me—" The line goes quiet then it's accompanied by a quick beep. He hung up on me.

Amy ౨ৎ

Niall throws himself onto the large bed, springs shouting under his weight as Harry cackles behind him. I sit myself on the edge of the bed, eyes wandering around Harry's room like it was a museum. He had almost nothing but random posters on his walls, a lot of them from animes he's watched. Mostly when he was in middle school and begged us to watch at least one episode.

"I don't get why I can't just—" I try to get them to budge again but Niall cuts me off with a drunk slur.

"I'm not leaving you out there by yourself Amy, neither is Harry. Val told us to keep you safe and that is what we are doing," He waves me off, not caring about my empty drink or my boredom creeping into my nerves.

• I'm very drunk, definitely can't drive us home or prevent myself from falling down Harry's stairs, but my body is still begging for another drink. Please don't be mad at me, I'm just a girl trying to have fun. •

"Alright so, did we all hear the news?" Niall flips himself up, scooting himself to the edge of the bed with me as Harry sits to my other side with something in his hand.

"What?" Harry smiles softly, he didn't mention the last time he saw me but instead gave the top of my head a kiss then told me how pretty I looked tonight. What a gentleman. "Oh— Zoe and Greg?"

"No, they're fucking, so what?" Niall shakes his head, his hand rustling behind himself and I pinch my brows at him in confusion. In the corner of my eye, I see something clear and glass swipe by and I crank my head towards Harry. An untouched bottle of Vodka sits in his hand and a shot glass is pinched in his other.