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My head is spinning. My back hurts. The ceiling fan is too loud. The sun's too bright. I want to smash my head against a brick wall. Can somebody turn off the bloody fan? It sounds like an airplane.
Those are the usual thoughts in my head when I'm having what people would say a hangover. I don't know any cure for it but I should Google some later. But right now, I just want to grab a cup of coffee.
I feel a weight on my body and so I look down to see a blondie hugging me. She's fast asleep, of course. I carefully lift her hand away and move over to sit by the edge of the bed.
"Uhh." I groan as the headache grows stronger from the sudden movements. I feel the comforter moving and so I look over my shoulder to see the blondie who's smiling at me. "Great night." she says, her accent so different from mine. I nod, even though I can't remember a thing from last night. I suppose it was one of those nights when the boys and I would just go drunk and drop all our problems.
I lift my butt up and stand, enduring the pain. She lies on her front while facing me and asks, "Where are you going?"
I smile and say, "Coffee." But before I could exit the room, she says, "Just a reminder, you need to send your car to the workshop. You said you wanted to go today. Oh and coffee's finished anyways."
How does she manage to know everything about me? Does she track my every move? She is sweet and all, but I need some personal space sometimes. Some girls care too little, some too much.
"I'll just go and get it done with now...and then get coffee." I say and enter the bathroom instead of going to the kitchen. After a short bath and some basic grooming, I put on a plain white tee and a pair of blue jeans. I don a pair of glasses to hide any signs of a hangover.
"Bye." she says sweetly as I exit the room. She may be a handful, but she's pretty. I smile back at her and make my way to the front door.
I get in the car and the first thing I notice are a pair of shoes. They look like Niall's. The jacket on the backseat must be Liam's. How the hell did Niall leave a pair of shoes? Must've actually been a crazy night.
My Range Rover seems normal, nothing unusual. It doesn't look like it's wrecked or anything. Maybe a few tweaks would do or whatever. At a red light, I open the glove compartment to see if anything's missing. Nothing is (thankfully), but I found a phone. Louis's.
I unlock it and Eleanor's picture is the background, naturally. I laugh because it used to be me in the background, not her. Everything changed when things got out of control between our friendship and the fans. I mean, sure, we touched each other in public and did things that can only be translated as gay. But people made such a big deal out of it. I've read all the fanfictions and I admit, they are very entertaining. Highly exaggerated, but entertaining. Louis and I used to sit and read them together and laugh at some parts. There wasn't even sexual tension between us. But Management told us to drop the whole bromance thing. Now I can't even sit too close to him or crack dirty jokes together.
PIN!
The horn from the car behind me snaps me out of my thoughts. I look at the traffic light to see that it turned green already and so I speed away. I slow down at the sight the usual workshop I go to. I like this specific place because they serve good coffee and it so happens that I need a cup now.
Actually, no.
I don't need a cup of coffee now. My car doesn't need to be fixed. I just want someone now. Someone to talk to.
