Stuck in the Middle

Hangovers And Hunger

As some of you may know by now, I've changed the story up a little bit. Here's Chapter Eight though :) hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Eight

Sunlight beamed in through my window and woke me up. It wasn't the nicest start to the morning, especially considering that I felt like death from the night before. I half fell out of bed in my haste to close the curtains and my head was pounding. 

I chucked on some sweatpants and also put my sunglasses on, since my eyes just weren't going to adjust to the light.  

I found some panadol and took two tablets before getting into the shower and running warm water over my body. I ended up sitting on the floor of the shower because standing just took too much energy. I was not in a good way. Eventually I stood up and managed to wash my hair and body.  

As I was getting out of the shower I heard the home phone ringing.  

"Mum!" I yelled out in the hope that she would answer it. 

The phone kept ringing so I started my sprint down the hallway to get to it and shut it up. 

"Hello?" I mumbled into it. 

"Demi is that you?" I heard Harry say from the other end of the line. 

"Mhmmm." I answered simply. 

"You sound like you're in the same shape as us. Paul made everyone get up an hour ago and we're still not happy about it. I think Niall has fallen asleep again." He said slowly. It was nice to know I wasn't the only person feeling this horrible. 

"I'm not surprised." Was all I managed to croak back. 

"Well we found your phone, it was in Zayn's bed." He said laughing.  

"Who knows how on earth it ended up there!" He said unsuspectingly.  

"Weird." I replied. So he had no suspicions at all. It must have fallen out when Zayn was trying to sober me up and I was trying to feel him up instead. Yeah I couldn't say that to Harry, not after that kiss, it was incredible. 

"So do you want to come around later and get it? And also come to dinner with us?" He asked nervously. 

"Of course I will. Do you want me to dress up for dinner?" I asked in reply. 

"Erm yeah, we'll be going to a fancy place so that would be lovely." He said in his beautiful accent.  

"Okay what time should I come over?" I asked eyeing up the clock in the kitchen, it was past midday already.  

"At about seven. Paul's taking us out now, see you later." 

"Bye." I answered and put the phone down. 

I saw a note from my mum on the counter saying she was out all day with her friends, so I left another note for her saying I was going out for tea at seven. I decided to go straight back to bed and get as much sleep as I could possibly get away with.  

Setting my alarm for 5.30pm would give me enough time to dry my hair and get ready. I crashed back into bed, pulling the covers up high and letting sleep engulf me.

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