I woke up to someone thumping me on the back. I turned over and saw the tall figure of my brother Harry standing there.
"What do you want?" I mumbled.
"I need you to drive me somewhere. Now."
"I can't drive Harry. I'm too young." I told him.
"Pleeeease!" He begged.
"Ask Edward. He can drive."
"I already asked him. He said no."
"Ask Mum and Dad"
"I'm going to get drunk. You really think Mum or Dad will drive me there?"
"Well, then drive yourself there, walk home then pick your car up when your sober." I said, shoving my head back into my pillow. He sighed then walked out of my room, leaving he door open behind him. I got up, cursing under my breath, then shut the door. I got my phone of my bedside table and turned it on, looking at the time. 2:46am.
"That twat. waking me up at this time." I said to myself.
I crawled back into my bed and shoved my pillow over my face. I knew I wasn't going to get back to sleep, but I might as well try. I hate it when Harry d...