The Styles Triplets Part 2: The Triplets go to College

Chapter Seven

(IF YOU ARE GOING TO WWA TULSA [September 23rd] AND YOU SEE ME, DON'T BE AFRAID TO COME AND SAY HI ! I LOVE MAKING NEW FRIENDS!!! )

Harry's POV

I wake up with such a headache from the alarm I set on my phone. I check the time and it's half past seven. I shut it off and lay there with my eyes half open. I know I must get up and round everyone up for day two of our college tour. I feel like crap and the loud noises coming from outside isn't helping with this headache I have either. 

After five minutes, I get up and get in the shower. The warm water feels great on my skin and it begins relaxing my muscles. After that, I change into something comfortable because I'm too lazy to struggle with putting on my skin tight jeans. I wear jean shorts that are to my knees, a white shirt and a flannel over top. I grab my black fedora and put it, adjusting my curls that stick out on the sides. I put on my black nikes and text Ed.

I know waking up Olivia is going to be a struggle and I'm not excited for it. I know she's going to be really grumpy and tired. I still laugh at the fact that all of us went to strip clubs last night. I knew something like this was bound to happen.

I kneel beside my sleeping beauty and move the tangled mess of hair from her face, "Olivia, wake up babe."

She moves around and groans, "go away."

"It's time to get up," I laugh, "come on love."

"Five more minutes," she turns her back to me and pulls the blanket over her.

"Okay fine," I give in, "I'm going to go wake up everyone else, but when I get back, you better be up."

"I love you," she says in her sweet tired voice and falls back asleep.

...

I make my way down the hallway and I knock on Marcel and Veronica's door. I wait and Veronica greets me at the door. She looks horrible and angry.

"Morning," I laugh and she turns around very moody, "I'm here to wake you up."

"Yipee," she says with no enthusiasm whatsoever, "now go away."

Marcel is still fast asleep. His body is halfway off the bed and Veronica tries to maneuver her body around Marcel who is taking up most of the bed.

"He's about to fall," I tell her.

She looks at him, "he's been sleeping like that for hours, he's fine."

"Marcel," I playfully slap his face, "Marcel wake up."

"Veronica," he sits up, startled, he rubs his eyes and sighs in relief, "you're still here."

"Of course I am," she places her hand on his cheek and smiles.

"I thought you left," he holds his chest in panic, "Harry nice too see you."

"Morning," I wave, "just here to wake you up for breakfast."

"Oh," he yawns, "thanks. Is Olivia awake?"

"No," I tell them, "she's really, I mean really hungover."

"She had one too many last night," Veronica laughs, "you should have seen her. It was hilarious."

I can only imagine, I smile to myself remembering last night.

"Well I'm going to wake up everyone else," I say goodbye and head to the boys' room.

...

"I don't want to," Niall groans, "I'm...I'm so tired."