(Lindsey's POV)
The rays of sunlight peeking through my blinds made my eye lids flutter. It was nothing like a normal morning. Never have I ever woke up with such a horrible hangover in my life. It felt like there was a hammer taken to my head repeatedly. After I kicked that guy out last night I finished the whole bottle of vodka. He infuriated me.
I only wanted to have a little fun, not talk to him. Especially about my personal life. Last night was the first time I had ever even met him, he thinks it's okay to just intrude into my buisness? I think not. I didn't even know his damn name for Christ's sake. I didn't even want to.
I groaned at the thought of getting out of bed, I didn't want to do anything. Although, I was never so relieved that I didn't have work. I just wanted to lay here all day long. I never get a day like this. But the vibration I felt next to my phone caught my attention.
From: (414)555-0124
Good morning, beautiful.
Who is this? ? I asked myself. I hesitated before asking who it was. I was a little nervous, but I didn't know why honestly. I don't normally get texts like this at all, let alone from people I don't know.
To: (414)555-0124
Who's this...?
knock knock
Jesus. Why does nobody want me to sleep right now? Ugh.
I slipped on a pair of shorts that laid just below my bottom with a loose white t-shirt. It was entirely to early for this right now. I quickly flipped my head over, fastening my hair into a messy bun. I took my time walking down, as I could care less to who it was. I swing the door open to see Liam.
"Do you have any idea what time it is, Liam?" I glared.
"Uh, almost noon love?" He raised his right eye brow. My eyes widdened, noon!? Dammit. Its just not my day, already. "So anywho, our interview was called off for today...I thought we'd drop by. Someone wanted to see you!" He winked. Great, must be Niall.
"Sure. Come in." I faked a smile, opening the door. What was I suposed to do? I couldnt help but open the door. The four boys strolled into my house, I didn't really look at any of them. I went to shut the door until someone abstructed it.
Him.
This has to be a joke. "What are you doing here?" I placed my hand on my hip that he held onto so tightly the previous night.
"I'm with my mates." He formed a smug grin making his deep dimples cave in as he pointed, he knew it annoyed me.
"Come on, Haz!" The high pitched one shouted. They all made theirselves right at home. It was kind of strange. Haz? Gross.
I walked into the kitchen to put a pot of coffee on, I was gonna need it. I turned my head as Liam walked in. Does he...know? I'll kill that boy.
"Linds?" He questioned. "How come you ditched poor Niall last night?" His thick British accent lingered into my ears.
Shit. "Oh my! I completely forgot! I got sick...I went home right after I walked away from him. I didn't think to go tell him." In a way I felt bad, but in another way I didn't care. Niall was just so innocent. I didn't want to hurt him, i'm just gonna make him feel like my friend. The last thing I need is to hurt some 'popstar'. If i friendzone him then maybe he'll undestand.
I finally poured my coffee & proceeded to go back into the room with the boys. In just a few minutes I learned all about them. Louis was the one who has the high pitched voice. He also was so...sassy. I loved it. Zayn has some mysterious features but he's to funny. They all are, but he's so witty. Then there's the two I know, Liam & Niall. They're both sweet. Liam's so responsable, its cute. Niall's just sensitive. Then there's Harry. So now I know his name, he's just...disgusting. Such a child.
"Anyone else want coffee?"
"I'll have a cup," Zayn smiled. I walked to the kitchen to pour some. I poured the steaming hot liquid into a mug, ready to hand to him.
"Dammit!" I screamed as Harry bumped into me making me spill the boiling hot coffee down my torso. You've got to be kidding me. "OW!" I snapped as it seeped through my shirt to my skin.
"Take the shirt off! Its still hot!" He snapped back, helping me pull it off. I was left in just a bra & shorts now. Bright red burn marks linned down my stomach matching my now redened cheeks.
"Shit." I muttered to myself grabbing a cold cloth.
"Dont!" He grabbed the cloth. "Aren't you a nurse? You should know not to put cold stuff on burns, love." He ran it under warm water & placed it over the burn. How'd he know I was a nurse?
"Impulse, I guess." I peered into his lustful, emerald eyes. They were so meaning full...Its like I forget about everything when I look into them. They hold compassion, yet mystery.
"Oh! Okay!" Liam yelled, walking in. Something always disrupts it.
"It's not what it looks like!" I yelled, swatting his hand away. "I got burned by coffee!" I grabbed my shirt to show it. Then placed it infront of my almost bare chest. Goosebumbs lined my stomach as my nerves built up. I never felt so embarresed before.
Liam walked away, casually smirking. Harry & I stood there, frozen. I nodded my head gesturing him to follow me. We slowly headed up the spriral staircase that leads to my bedroom. I wanted to talk to him.
