12 my head is pounding

It takes a moment to remember where I am when I wake up. The horrible party and the even worse night floods into my memory and I groan as I climb out of bed. Steph is still passed out, I might as well let her sleep while I find out how we are getting back to the dorms. I put my shoes on and unlock the door. Should I knock on Harry's door or try to find Niall? is Niall even part of the frat? I would never guessed that Harry is so maybe Niall is too. The hallway is empty and surprisingly clean despite the party last night. I have to step over sleeping bodies as I make my way downstairs.

"Niall?" I call, hoping to hear a reply. There are at least twenty five people sleeping in the living room alone. The floor is littered with red cups and trash. When I reach the kitchen I try to force myself not to clean it up. This will take the whole frat house all day to clean it up after this party. I would love to see Harry cleaning up all this trash, as the thought goes through my head I stifle a giggle.

"What's so funny?" I turn around of course Harry is entering the kitchen, a trash bag in his hand. He sweeps his arm over the counter top, making the cups fall into the trash bag.

"Nothing...does Niall live here too? He ignores me and continue to clean up. He must be the only one awake and cleaning. Good, he deserves to have to clean this while mess up. "Does he?" I ask again, more impatient this time. "The sooner you tell he if Niall lives here, the sooner I can leave".

"Now you have my attention, but no he doesn't live here. Does he seems like a frat boy to u?" He smirks.

"No, but neither do u" I snap and his jaw tenses.

He ignores my comment and continues to clean. "Is there a bus that runs close to here?" I ask, not expecting an answer.

"Yep, well it's about a block away"

"Could you tell me where it is?"

"It's not hard to find," the corners of his mouth lifting, taunting me.

I roll my eyes and walk out of the kitchen. Harry's momentary lack of rude comments last night was obviously a one time thing and he was coming at me full force today. After the night I had I can't stand to be around him, I wake up Steph and we walk downstairs.

"Harry said there is a bus stop around the block," I tell her and she laughs.

"No way we are not taking the bus, he will drives us back. He was probably just giving you a hard time." she says, her hand resting in my shoulder. "Harry, you ready to take us back now? My head is pounding."

"Yeah, sure just give me ten minutes," he says and I scoff. At least he is nice to Steph, I wounder how long they have been friends.

During the drive back to the dorms Steph sing along to whatever metal song is playing through the speakers and Harry rolls all the windows down. Despite my pleas to roll the up, He stays silent the whole way, mindlessly drumming his long fingers against the steering wheel.

"I'll come by later Steph," he tells her as she climb out of the passenger seat. She nods and waves as I open my door.

"Bye, Theresa" he smirks and I roll my eyes and follow her into the dorm.