I'd say loud knocks on my door have been a way of waking me up at least once a week for the past month, and of course this morning is one of those mornings, a morning where I feel like complete and utter shit.
My natural instinct is to ignore these knocks and try get back to a peaceful sleep, and deal with the bullshit later, although these three knocks were harsh on the door.
I groan in annoyance, turning myself around, all the blood rushes from one side to the other, and I don't believe I'll be able to open my eyes, if I'm being completely honest... How the fuck am I alive?
Okay. Good, silence once again, maybe for once they actually took the hint, they never usually do, no matter who it is.
Yet exactly what I was expecting to happen happens.
Four, loud harsh knocks on my door."Please, go away..."
I groan, my voice is croaky and dry, I feel dehydrated and just... Wrong in general.
I open my eyes, I can already tell they're bloodshot, my eyesight is blurry and there are stars all around me.
I use my weak, shaky arms to lift myself up into a sitting position, trying to rub the tiredness out of my eyes, if only I could rub off this horrible hangover.
I look to my left, jumping slightly at the sight of another sleeping body, curled up on my floor, one singular pillow under their head.
Nick? Did I let him stay over? Fucking hell... What was even happening last night?
I watch him closely, just waiting to make sure...
Okay, thank god, he's breathing. Am I maybe a bit weird for checking for that? I don't think I am considering the way I feel means a lot of shit was happening yesterday, meaning I wouldn't be surprised.
I'd say I was surprised he didn't wake up from the knocks, but who am I kidding? It's Nick, he doesn't wake up from anything.
I look up to see a figure still standing at my door, I roll my eyes, letting out a yawn before I gently stand up, trying my best to not wake Nick.
I step over packs of cigs and beer bottles beneath me, fucking hell... Please tell me we didn't drink when we came home as well? I really need to do better at self control, Nick and I as a pair need to do better at it, I think when we're with each other we just turn into two twelve year olds. I can't help but find it funny, no matter how dangerous.
I quietly step over Nick, wincing my eyes before I finally make it over him.
Although as soon as I try take a second step, I gasp as I feel a hand grip around my wrist.
I turn around, seeing Nick's bright green eyes staring directly at me, not letting me go."Don't answer it, let's just go back to sleep."
I groan loudly, looking to Nick, his eyes half opened and lips chapped, his makeup is smudged and not as pretty as it was yesterday.
"It could be important."
I whisper, taking his hand off of mine.
He rolls his eyes dramatically at me, lying his head back down on the pillow."And it never is."
Nick mumbles, sighing deeply.I mean he isn't wrong, I say it every time the door ever knocks, then it never is serious and I wish it had've listened to Nick, a sentence I don't like to say often.
"Fuckin' hell. Took you a while."
I rub my eyes once again, leaning against my door.
I look up and down at John standing at my doorway, his hair is in a mess and under his eyes are blue and purple, thank god I'm not the only one who looks fucked."Well I just fucking woke up."
I snap, moving to the side to let him in, I haven't got the effort to argue."Sadly you can't go back to sleep this time."
John sighs, raising a brow when he spots Nick lying on my floor, curled up sleeping like a kitten.I feel like punching my wall over and over with his words, clearly there's something we have to do, somewhere we have to go, and I am aware after the last year of being a load of busyness of getting our album out and more things like that, but- it can be annoying.
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FanfictionAndy leaves Newcastle to start a new life, going to Birmingham to join 'Duran Duran'. Little does he know how much they will change his life, especially a certain someone called Nick.