Chapter 25

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*Jane’s POV*

 

I woke up next morning in my room back in London. I kinda freaked out for a moment until everything from a couple of hours ago flooded back to the front of my mind. I took off my clothes and slipped into some sweats and a tank top. I put my hair in the worst top bun I’ve ever made and walked out into the kitchen.

“Hey.” Marie was making a sandwich and eating a cookie.

“Isn’t it a little early to be eating sweets?” I asked I went over and made myself a bowl of cereal.

“If you consider 2 in the afternoon early then I would say yes.” She snickers.

“Is it really?” I looked at my phone and saw that I had like a gazillion calls, voicemails, and texts from the guys.

“Hey wanna listen what they sent me?” I laughed. She jumped onto the stool next to me and I clicked on the first message, which started from Niall.

From: Nialler xP

Harry told me to text you to wake up so I did. Can you ask Marie if she can make me dinner? Pls?

Marie rolled her eyes and we moved on to the next one.

From: DJ Malik

Yo Harry is worried so get up bimbo :P

From: LiLipooh

Wake up it’s like noon.

From LiLipooh

Seriously if you’re not awake you have the worst jet lag ever.

From:Tommo

Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane

From: Tommo

Jane wake up

From: Tommo

Wake.

The.

Fuck.

Up.

And there was about 10 more from Harry saying that he loves me and to wake up. I didn’t even want to hear the voicemails at this point.

“Dude I think their worried.” Marie giggles.

“Have they even tried calling you?” I laughed.

“Yea, but like a couple of minutes ago, before you woke up.” She laughs.

“Let me take a shower and we can go over to Liam’s flat or something and get them to meet us up there.” I’ve taken notice that I’m saying things like flat now. Marie had already mixed in our California accents with England’s, making an interesting mix.

“Why not Harry’s?” she asked.

“Cause I’ve been there. Liam’s is cleaner.” I giggled.

“True.” She giggled back. I ran to my room then the bathroom, then quickly got changed. I texted each of the boys and Marie and I jumped in her little car and started headed towards Liam’s flat.

From: LiLipooh

Why my house? :(

To: LiLipooh

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