The Brothers

Chapter 8

Adrenaline is pulsing through my body as I reach the landing on the first floor. I look left and right but I'm not sure which rooms are unoccupied and I don't want embarrass myself further. I'm on the verge of breaking down but I hold myself together. I tense when someone takes my hand then I relax instantly when I realize that it's Willy. 

I'm so ashamed of myself that I can't even look him in the eye.

He tugs my hand and I follow him upstairs to his bedroom. I'm aware of his hand squeezing mine a bit too gently but I could really use the gentleness right now.

Willy stands there, unsure of what to do, and he's looking everywhere but at me. I'm glad, really, because my face is flushed enough and I literally want the ground to swallow me.

"I'm not sure how to handle this. Why don't you take a shower and I'll rush to the store to get you a dress or something?" He asks, making me smile despite myself.

"Most stores are closed already."

"I could ask Lisa to come with me to your apartment then we can get you a change of clothes."

"Or, you could go with me instead. I want to go home, Willy. I'm already a total mess and I'm so embarrassed."

"Please don't go. At least not yet. It'll be a whole week before we throw another party and you probably won't show up."

I'm trapped. In as much as this party is pathetic and I've been a total drama queen so far, I feel like I owe Willy that one little favour. He's been my only friend around here.

"Okay. Find Lisa then. I'll wait for you here."

He stands up to leave, but I gentle touch his arm.

"Willy?"

"Yeah?"

"Um...change your pants?"

"Oh," he exclaims awkwardly when he glances at the nasty spot on his jeans.

Please kill me now!!

He retrieves a clean pair of jeans from his closet before he turns back to me. "Use the bathroom. I'll go to another room. You'll find extra towels in the bottom drawer."

I heave a sigh of relief once he leaves the room. If Willy wasn't here, this would officially be the worst night in my life.

It already is, but that's not the point.

I text Lisa to alert her of what just happened and request her to get some tampons from my suitcase. She doesn't reply and I'm pretty sure she's pole dancing or doing something equally controversial.

Now that I'm no longer feeling the effects of the alcohol, I can't imagine that I was actually going to pole dance.

My father would literally die if he found out.

He's overprotective like that, and he believes that anything to do with parties is immoral.

Talking of morals, who goes around kissing random strangers?

Yours truly is guilty as charged.

I pull the bottom drawer open and i retrieve two white towels. They still have the price tags on them.

I find a sizeable T-shirt in Willy's closet and I place it on the bed, along with my bra. I'll wear that while I wait for the clothes.

The bathroom is spacious and modern and I can't help feeling important for getting a chance to shower in here. I know for sure that most of the girls downstairs are dying to even hug one of the brothers but look at me! I'm kissing one of them behind the scenes and sending another on errands in the middle of the night.

I even got a chance to pour a cup of liquor on Harry!

I feel like the hulk.

The thought makes me smile as the warm water cascades over me. Maybe I'll actually grow a spine if I keep hanging out with these boys.

I try hard not to wet my hair and I scrub and rinse myself thrice just to be sure.

I wrap a towel around me before i step out of the bathroom. I walk into the bedroom at the same time that Harry opens the door without knocking and walks in.

I'm aware that the towel reaches mid thigh and I look up at Harry who's watching me, his expression mildly surprised.

"You really should knock." I say with the most polite tone that I can master.

"And you really shouldn't pour alcohol on people. That's rude." He replies and closes the door, walking in to sit on the bed.

"And well deserved. Next time you'll know better than telling me what I can and can't do."

"You do realize that dancing on that pole would not be a good idea, right? You'd regret it the moment you sobered up."

"I know that, but it's still none of your business. What are you doing here?"

"I brought you this."

I glance at the plastic bag he places on the bed. I don't trust him, but I'm curious, so I cautiously open it.

There's a new packet of tampons.

Oh boy!

"Where did you get this?" I ask quietly, relief washing through me, and he doesn't blink as he answers.

"Some girl left it in my room earlier today."

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Well, remember to thank the girl for me."

I don't wait for him to reply. I pick the package, then I tighten the towel around me before I walk out of the room.

"You're welcome." I hear his voice as I close the door behind me.

I ignore him. I'm not giving him the satisfaction of getting whatever reaction he was expecting from me.

I push a random door in the hallway open and I quickly close it behind me. I start to unwrap the towel before I realize that Charlie is seated on the bed, his eyes focused on me.