June 30th
I opened my eyes, and rolled over and grabbed the person beside me. Except, it was just sheets. I sat up, eyebrows furrowed. Why did I think someone slept beside me last night?
I pulled myself from my bed, and shuffled to the bathroom, only tripping a few times. I looked at myself in the mirror. My nose was still red, and my hair was a rat's mess. I just through my hair in a pony tail and walked out.
I could smell food cooking in the kitchen. I saw whoever was cookings back to me, so I didn't know who it was. I sat down at the counter, and rested my head in my hands.
"I think I'm going crazy, Ty. I had some weird dream someone carried me to bed and fell asleep with me," I said, sniffling. Damn stuffy nose. Why can't the flu he gone by now?
"That's because that wasn't a dream, and I carried you to your bed last night," The familiar Wolverhampton accent said with a small laugh, that made me jerk my head up. Liam, Freaking, Payne, stood in Tyler's kitchen, making breakfast.
"Okay, maybe I'm still dreaming," I said, but tried to convince myself that. It seemed pretty real, because I don't think you'll supposed to feel like shit in your dreams.
"Nope, this isn't a dream, and last night wasn't a dream. I'm really here, cooking breakfast," He said amused. I rested my chin on my palms, my head pounding.
"So you're the one who tucked me into bed and fell asleep with me?" I asked. He flipped a pancake, making my stomach knot up, and turned to me.
"Yes, and you said some interesting stuff last night," He smirked. I groaned, and sneezed into a napkin. I tossed the napkin in the trash.
"Great. Anything embarrassing?" I asked. He set a plate in front of me, making bile rise in my throat, but I swallowed it.
"Okay, well when I was carrying you to your room, you said I smelt good. And when I laid down beside you, you said you loved me," He said. I thought about it, and that was exactly like my dream. Except I don't remember seeing his face.
"Mmm. Well, I wasn't lying, even if I was half dead. And if you don't get that food away from me I'm going to puke," I said, and he chuckled and pushed the plate away. I heard some yawns come from the hallway and footsteps.
"What smells so good?" The groggy husky accent asked. That could only be Harry. Why they were all in Tyler's apartment, I don't know.
"Breakfast, that Liam made. I was surprised when he was in here and not you, since you love to cook," I said, sipping the warm tea Liam gave me. I gave him a silent thank you, and he smiled back.
Harry walked in, looking like Medusa. His curls were everywhere, and he was shirtless. He looked asleep, but he turned wide awake when he saw me.
"When'd you get up?" He asked. He reached into the fridge, grabbed the milk, and just drank from the carton. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Ugh, boys.
"A few minutes ago, Liam and I were just talking. Get a glass idiot, this is how the flu can start. Unless you want to end up like me," I said, sipping my tea again. He set the milk back in the fridge and wiped his mouth, grinning at me.
"You got the flu from standing in the rain. I'm surprised Liam didn't catch it," He said. I rolled my eyes and gave him the finger. He laughed loudly, just as somebody, or some people, walked in.
"LOUIS GIVE ME BACK MY DAMN SOCK!" I heard Zayn. I cringed, and covered my ears.
"COME GET IT PRETTY BOY!" Louis yelled. Ugh, them yelling wasn't helping. Liam looked at me, and gave me a sad look.
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