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Chapter 4

HARRY STYLES

I feel a bright light piercing into my closed eyes. When I open them I see the sun right in front of my face, blinding my vision. I pull the duvet over my face to block the light and turn to the other side. My eyes hurt, not because of the light but because how deeply I had slept. My head is exploding too.
After lying like a statue for several minutes, I finally gather the strength to get up and headed to the washroom to brush my teeth and take a cold shower. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday evening and my stomach made a weird gurgling noise. I enter the bathroom and turn on the light. As I approached the sink to brush, I see my reflection in the mirror. The huge bags that I had under my eyes for the past have disappeared. My eyes are still slightly red. My hair looks funny. I slept so well. After brushing I step into the shower to wash away the remaining of my exhaustion.

 I come out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around waist. I put on a Calvin Klein T-shirt and a pair of shorts and took my phone from the nightstand heading towards the kitchen downstairs. While heading down the stairs, I try to unlock my phone but the damn thing didn't light up. The battery died, dammit.
I push a charger in a socket of my kitchen and leave it to charge, while I take out the ingredients to make sandwich. I could never cook well so I always made simple food. Food, which I wouldn't throw up after making and eating myself. 
After playing chef and cooking up a really doubtful cheese sandwich, I unplug my phone and settle on a chair on the kitchen island with my cheese sandwich in a plate. As I turn my phone on, I see a hundred calls and messages.
There are twenty calls from Niall and the same amount from Louis, Zayn and Liam. Also a dozen of texts from our group chat too.

THE DUMB BUNNIES

LIAM
I'm gonna kill him!
He always does this!

LOUIS
Not if I kill him before you.

NIALL
Styles, Where the fuck are you?!

Thirty minutes later

NIALL
Maybe he died???

ZAYN
He'll come around, you guys. leave him alone.

LOUIS
No! This was important. He needs to learn to take shit seriously.

Wait. What?

I checked the time on the top of the screen.
16:36.
Oh my-

It means I slept for more than thirteen hours! And most importantly, I missed lunch with the guys. I get up from my chair and head to my closet to put on a pair of jeans. At least now I have an excuse to not consume the failed attempt of a sandwich I made.
I ring Zayn as I headed upstairs. He's the coolest and calmest guy among all of us. I knew I fucked up, so he is my only life line. He picks up on the third ring.

"Hey man, where are you? Everyone is was pretty mad. We were waiting for two hours." 
"I-uh. I had a bad night. Where are you guys?" I know I have to do some serious damage control.

"Considering a very important person of the meeting was not present, we decided to reschedule for dinner tonight. By the way, Liam's gonna kill you. As a matter of fact I was just driving up to your apartment."

What the fuck?

"Why?" I ask.
"Didn't you see the texts in the group chat? We thought you died!"  Somehow, he finds this hilarious.

"Relax. I'm just getting food for you. Also we did decide on a few things without you, about the tour so...yea we need to discuss that too." He adds.

 I appreciated Zayn bringing food for me. Everyone in the band knows about my sleeping disorder but no one says anything out loud. It's like an open secret. It's better that way. I don't like to talk about it.