~*~ Harry ~*~
Harry wakes up early Saturday morning after a restless sleep and glances out the window, seeing the rising sun just beginning to peak over the horizon. It’s been less than 24 hours since he submitted his request for a Temporary Fix match, and the anxious feeling in this stomach hasn’t subsided.
He reaches over to his nightstand and grabs his laptop from where he left it last night after watching Netflix and opens it. Logging in to his email with barely contained excitement, disappointment floods him when he doesn’t find an email yet. What if they lost his request? What if it didn’t work? What if the site failed? Will he have to start over? His eyes widen. Oh, my God! What if they can’t find him a date? What if no one accepts? He feels panic overtaking him at that thought.
72 hours. It’s been less than 24 so far. 72 hours. At most, he has 56 hours left. Ugh! 72 hours. Who has that kind of time and patience? Are they trying to kill people?
Taking a deep breath, he pushes the thoughts back as far as he can. Stretching until his back realigns, he settles back and scratches his belly lightly. He is never going to survive the next couple of days if he doesn’t find something to do. Moving to his bookmarks, he clicks on a celebrity news site to kill some time.
“Up All Night” actress, Rayne Blake, 21, was spotted being escorted from the popular bar, Midnight Memories, in the very early hours of the morning. Witnesses say, Ms. Blake was yelling obscenities and making threatening remarks. The video below shows Ms. Blake swinging at a bouncer and causing a disturbance. Police arrived at the location and removed Ms. Blake from the scene. There are no further details at this time. Please stay tuned for more updates as we receive them.
Harry shakes his head in disgust. Why do people act like that? When do people finally grow up and act like adults? He clicks the link and watches the video, a frown marring his countenance. His generation disappoints him.
The bar name tickles at his brain and seems familiar, so he opens a separate tab in his browser and types in Midnight Memories. When the page loads, he recognizes it instantly as a bar about ten miles away. Niall and he have never been because the line to get in is always wrapped around the building.
Disregarding the early hour, he picks up his phone and shoots a text to Niall.
Midnight Memories. Tonight. You up for it?
Knowing it will be a while before he gets a response and also knowing that the response will be “yes” because it’s Niall, he gets ups and starts digging through his closet for something to wear. As expected, Niall responds a couple of hours later, when normal people who aren’t up with the chickens usually get up.
Why not? Let’s do it.
~*~ Louis ~*~
It is mid-afternoon when Louis jolts awake to Zayn opening the door to his room with a loud bang.
“Time to get up, Lazybones,” Zayn’s cheerful voice assaults him.
“Go fuck yourself,” Louis mumbles just loud enough to be heard.
“It’s already 2:30 p.m., Lou. You have to get ready for work.”
“Go. The. Fuck. On.” he says, raising his voice, before covering his head and digging deeper into the warm cocoon of the blankets around him.
