Love lays embedded deeply within the practice of deception. We immerse ourselves quickly in new realities much like a curious journalism student getting a job at a BDSM club but starts to uncover things aren't quite as they appeared originally on th...
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My body felt as though it was being weighed down by bricks, pinning me to the uncomfortable hardness of the surface beneath my back. It was as though I was stuck, frozen in the position and unable to move no matter how hard I tried which began to elicit panic in my swirling mind.
With eyes glued shut heavily I fought to get them open, wishing the bricks holding them down would be relieved from me so I could figure out why I felt like I'd been thrown down a flight of stairs.
My entire body aches and burns, it's like I can't move my limbs no matter how hard I try. I could feel the rise and fall of my chest, I was breathing but the rate in which was sped up with every second that ticked by. Unsure of where I was, unable to remember anything from what I now assume to be last night caused the tightness in my chest only worsens.
Somehow, against the odds sprawled out in front of me I managed to create a small crack to see out of but immediately pinching them shut at the appearance of an intense white light that flooded my vision. I managed to express a deepened groan, rattling up my dry throat no longer desperate to open my eyes when the room I'm immersed in is so incredibly bright.
My senses are beginning to come to life with my newfound consciousness, able to feel the solid surface beneath my back and a soft but thin material covering my body as I lay here.
But when my ears finally regain the ability to hear all that fills them in a constant but irritating beeping sound, it's continuous and downright annoying. It must be my alarm trying desperately to wake me up, I'm surprised no one has barged in yet and forcefully turned it off in annoyance for me allowing it to ring.
Another groan slips from my lips, the dryness of my throat causes it to be painful and I push through the feeling to peel my eyes open in the hopes of getting the alarm to stop blaring. The smoothness of the white ceiling reflecting the gentle colours of the morning fills my vision, and the intensity of the lighting makes it hard to keep my eyes open but I fight through in the hopes of finding my phone.
Dazed from sleep, I allowed my head to roll lazily to one side, hoping to find my phone wherever it's been left. I must've gotten so drunk last night because I have zero recollection of anything after speaking to Harry in the corridor. Niall must've been supplying the drinks but normally he cuts me off or lowers the alcohol content so I don't get extremely intoxicated. I can't even recall being on stage, everything that happened has been wiped from my mind and honestly, I don't think I want to know what I got up to.
I tried to force my vision to adjust, glazed over with tiredness as I attempted to figure out what was happening, the alarm perfectly patterned as it repeated over and over again. Attempting to blink the tiredness from my eyes I managed to unblur my vision just enough to make out shapes beside the bed but I was sprung awake when I quickly realised I was not home – not in the safety of my bedroom and the beeping was not my alarm blaring.
