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~Hannah
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KNOCK KNOCK
KNOCK KNOCK
KNOCK KNOCK
"Ugh," I said, slowly waking up and stretching. "I'm coming!" I hollered.
I trudged over to the door, unlocked it, and opened it without bothering to see who it was. Behind the door stood 5 smiling lads, all staring at me.
"Hello Al," Liam said to me, a big smile on his face. "We were hoping to see more of the city with you today--"
"No," I responded.
"Well, can we at least--"
"No."
"Come on, Al. Can we please--"
"No, no, and no." I said. "Do you realize how early it is?"
"Well... no. We all still have jetlag."
"Well, I don't have jetlag, and it's like 7 in the morning, and I don't have work today, so I am not getting up this early." And with that I closed the door, walked back to my bed and fell asleep.
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"Do you think she's awake?"
I heard, as I groggily tried to make sense of the voices around me.
"No, but if you talk that loud she will be soon!"
"So? Isn't the point to wake her up?"
"How are we going to do this?"
"I got this, lads."
Suddenly I felt a slimy, wet thing in my ear. I shot into a sitting position, and my head make contact with something hard that made a weird crunching sound when I hit it.
"Shit!" Niall yelled.
"Oww!" I said, rubbing my head and looking around.
My eyes found Niall holding his nose in his hands, blood dripping from between his fingers.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I said. "Here I'll get you a some ice and a towel!" I sprang up from my bed and went to the kitchen to grab some ice. I could here the boys behind me. Niall was making weird groaning noises, Louis was making jokes about what had just happened, and the rest of the boys were fretting over Niall's nose.
I grabbed an ice pack and some towels and threw them to Niall. He caught them with his free hand and started cleaning his bloody face. He gingerly placed the ice pack on his nose, and winced in pain.
“I think it’s broken.” Harry said, studying Niall’s nose.
Niall made a strange noise that almost sounded like a mix of someone being strangled and a whimpering puppy.
I walked over, also peering at Niall’s nose. “Naw, it’s not broken. Look, its barely even swollen.”
“And how would you know?” Liam asked me, skeptically.
“I’ve had, like, six broken noses.”
“And yet, you still look almost normal.” Louis told me.
