Wait

chapter 7

Harper

My hangover the next morning hit me like a bulldozer. I could barely cringe or it would hurt too much.

What made me almost hurl was Eleanor next to me, in a bed, naked.

I repeat, naked.

"Oh my god!" I screamed, "Get out of my room get out get out!"

Eleanor woke up almost immediately with sleepy eyes.

"My god what's your deal? Post s*x awakenings aren't my best moments."

"You mean we slept together?!"

"Yeah, you wanted me as much as I wanted you."

"No no no..." I shook my head and tugged at my hair, "I don't want you, how did I get drunk? I wasn't drinking--"

"I may have spiked your Pepsi."

I glared at her so harshly that it hurt my head but I didn't care,

"You b***h!"

Eleanor shrugged and I wanted to punch her ugly smug face.

"Where's Nick?"

Eleanor shrugged and I sprinted to the room we shared. Luckily Eleanor and I ended up in the guest room. Our bed was neatly made and a folded piece of paper was placed in the center of it. Wait...

No...

letter

Harper,

Went back to the UK

I'm staying with Louis 'till you get back.

Don't come if you're not ready to explain yourself.

I already said it once;

I. Hate. Cheaters.

Drunk or sober.

-Nick

luke

I don't know what pissed me off more;

Seeing Nick at the door, or seeing Nick when Liam and I were about to have s*x. I knew Harper was going to f**k up and seeing Nick at our door was a main indicator.

"Nick..." I mumbled quietly as I stared at the boy with tear stained cheeks standing on our (Or Liam's) front porch.

"Who was it--oh my god." Liam came up behind me, pulling on a shirt.

"Did he f**k up?" I cringed as Nick nodded his head and began to cry in his hands.

"Come 'ere," I whispered, "We'll talk in the morning."

He nodded again and fell into my embrace. Liam side-stepped past me to the kitchen to probably grab some ice cream.

"We can watch Gossip Girl, yeah?" I muttered softly in his ear, "I still need to finish season two and I may need you to help me out. Those upper east-enders are quite confusing."

Nick continued to cry and I let him. Once I figured out what Harper did, he'd never hear the end of it.

Harper

"He...he went back?" I mumbled.

"Good thing too," Eleanor said while looking at her phone, "We've got an interview today for a local newspaper and he doesn't need to be here--"

"Get dressed and get out." I said sternly.

"Excuse me? That's no way to talk to your girlfriend--"

"Yeah it isn't, but this is the way to talk to your fake girlfriend. Now get out."

Eleanor looked at me angrily before grabbing her clothes and walking out of the guest room. I looked the other way as her naked body passed me. I no longer wanted anything to do with the past events of my drunken night.

Nick. Nick. Nick.

He's gone. Just, gone. In the United Kingdom by now, knocking on Louis' door with tears falling from his eyes--god god god I caused that, no...

I grabbed my cellphone and my jacket before looking up the earliest flight to the U.K.

3:55 PM

I looked at my clock, which read 1:37 PM. I bought the tickets; which then led me to a page telling me my tickets could be retrieved at the airport. Remembering to pick up my passport, I dashed out of the damned hotel room and booked it past Eleanor, who was shouting at me to keep my priorities straight.

"My priority is my boyfriend!" I had shouted.

luke

"So he had s*x with her?"

Nick nodded and wiped his eyes with another tissue. I took it from him and threw it in the trash bin while he continued to type out what had happened on my laptop. It was the morning after he came back from America, and we were recovering from a late night Gossip Girl marathon. There was popcorn and pieces of candy up in front of the TV, for it was the result of Nick's anger towards the characters. Most of what he said was due to anger towards his (ex?) boyfriend.

God damn it Blair why did you just give up on Chuck like that?! He's one drink away from being an alcoholic!

Most of what he said was pretty tough, but it was only because it hit him painfully in the heart. Harper did something terrible to him. Nick tapped my shoulder and I leaned over to read what he said,

After he walked through the door intoxicated I was just done. I can't take this anymore Lou, Harper is stressing me out.

"Nick," I sighed, "I love you both and Narry very much, but I think it's time you broke it off with Harper. He obviously isn't taking this seriously if he proposed a sober night and got drunk without your consent."

Nick nodded and began rummaging through his bag,

I wrote a song or sumthin, He typed, I wrote it while he was out getting wasted. It was kinda emotional and I was also as and pissed. I meant to show it to Harper but screw it, I'll show you.

He continued to search his things until he smacked his forehead,

I forgot it in the damn hotel room.

"S'alright, Harper will return it; hopefully."

Nick just fell on the floor and I noticed he began to cry again. There's a knock on the door and I unfortunately had to leave him in a crying heap.

"I'll be right back Ni, okay? I have to check on who's at the door."

I exited the room quickly and saw Liam with the door already wide open.

"Oh good, who is it--"

Harper stood at the front door, and I didn't bother to stop myself from slapping him hard in the face.

"I told you not to f**k up Harper and look what you did to him! Look what you did!"