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A Groggy Afternoon

June 29th

I rolled over onto my stomach with a groan. Ugh, I felt like shit. I hated being sick. Even worse with the flu.

Tyler convinced the doctor to let me go home-or rather his apartment- but he had to be with me every second of the day. He also had to take me to therapy, since I hadn't heard from my Mum in a few days, which I'm sort of grateful for.

I could heard Tyler talking to somebody in the living room and it's driving me insane. They're too loud and I can't sleep.

I peeled myself from my bed, quickly wrapping a blanket around me. I slipped on my fuzzy slippers and walked towards the door. I pulled it open and shuffled into the hallway.

I heard some voices. But none of them were Tyler's. I honestly didn't care who they belonged to, I just want them to shut the hell up.

I walked stepped into the living room where the voices were coming from. "Tyler, can you please shut up so I can sleep?" I asked tiredly, my eyes not even focusing on the images in front of me.

I could see about eight figures on the couch, but my eyes couldn't focus on their faces. I was leaning heavily on the wall, about ready to fall asleep, when a figure slid their arms under my knees and back, and swooped me up.

I didn't protest, and just buried my head in their chest, inhaling their scent while they carried me down the hallway. They smelt like peppermints and fresh pine trees.

The person laid me down on the bed, and turned to leave, but I grabbed their hand. "Can you stay with me, Liam?" The name rolled off my tongue, I wasn't even sure if it even was Liam. I was just so comfortable with saying that name, and I loved it.

I felt the person lay down beside me and wrap their arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I buried my head in their chest, taking another whiff of their scent.

"Go to sleep, Ellie," The person whispered right by my ear, sending my chills. I was about asleep when I let a sentence slip.

"I love you, Liam Payne," I mumbled.