Torn *A Louis Tomlinson and Cher Lloyd Fanfic*

Chapter Nine

~Cher~

I let out an exhausted sigh as my body met the comfort of my mattress. You'd think I'd still be buzzing from making it through. But in all honesty, the excitement had dwindled around the time we made it back to the house.

That's when the overwhelming exhaustion set in. It felt like my eyelids weighed like a semi truck, and it literally hurt to keep them open. I had stumbled up to my room, taken a quick shower, and then plopped down onto the bed, my eyes shutting immediately.

Unfortunately, the lads of One Direction didn't feel even an inkling of sleepiness. In fact, the way they were acting, you'd think they were on cocaine or something.

"LOUIS!!!!!" A shocked Harry exclaimed, his voice resounding through the house. Laughter erupted from downstairs, and I rolled over, groaning. Didn't they take into consideration that everyone else was trying to sleep?

A loud thud caused me to open my eyes frustratedly. A loud yelp followed by hysteric laughter made me sit up, hopping angrily out of bed and trudge over to my phone. My eyes were half open, and I slowly began to type out the message.

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My eyes fluttered open, light streaming through the window. I yawned, sitting up slowly. I slipped out of bed, my feet meeting the cold ground. I grabbed a sweatshirt from the ground, pulling it over my t-shirt. I threw my phone in the pocket, and reached for the door.

I followed the laughter down to the living room, where the majority of the contestants sat.

"And she's up!" Louis exclaimed, grinning. I rolled my eyes, plopping down on the couch next to Katie.

"I would've been up earlier, had you had the sense to quiet down without me texting you." I replied, and Katie smirked.

"Speaking of which, what exactly were you trying to say in that text?" Louis chuckled, pulling out his phone. My brown creased.

"What do you mean?" I asked, retrieving my phone.

"I think maybe you should avoid texting when you're tired..." Liam advised, a smile playing on his lips. I pulled up my latest message, my face heating up as I read it.

What was supposed to say "Would you PLEASE quiet down?! I'm trying to get some sleep." Instead said "Wood tou PKeAsE qiet diwm? In tryinh tu gt sone slep."

"Oh gosh..." I muttered, looking up at them. They chuckled.

"How the heck did you figure out what that said?" I asked, gaining a little respect for them. If I had received that I probably would've replied with 'what the heck?' Instead of 'oh! Sure! Sorry!'

"I believe you have Zayn to thank for that!" Harry laughed, "I personally had no clue what you meant!"

"I wouldn't have either!" I smirked, running a hand through my messy hair. There was a loud crash, and my head jerked towards the stairs. Niall lay piled awkwardly at the bottom. He sat up, dazed, rubbing at his eyes. Heavy bags hung under cloudy blue eyes.

"Look who's finally up!" Harry teased, and Niall just shrugged him off, stumbling to the couch.

"And I thought I was clumsy..." I muttered, and Katie giggled. Niall shot me a glare, his blonde hair sticking in random directions.

"Shut up." He mumbled, leaning deep into the cushion, his eyes closing almost immediately. Harry snickered, while Louis and Liam just smirked.

"Wow. Someone's not a morning person!" Mary laughed, and Katie and I joined her.

"Just wait till you see Zayn..." Liam mumbled, causing Louis to burst out laughing. Niall groaned, half opening his eyes to glare at Louis, before drifting back into his daze.