10 ➳ Hypnophobic

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4:37 am.

It was 4:37 in the morning when I was awoken to the sound of things falling on the floor.

I shot out of bed, squinting through the darkness, trying to find the source of the noise.

Two figures squirming on the couch.

He brought a girl home.

And my blood boiled. How dare he? If he wanted to fuck some broad, well that's fine by me, but he just had to bring her here.

I grabbed my phone from my nightstand, my ear buds tangling around my fingers as I pulled the apple product closer to me. I quickly turned on some soothing music, soft enough to fall asleep to, but loud enough to block out any noise, and turned my back to him.

Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

10:25 am.

It was 10:25 in the afternoon when I woke up to find Zayn laying in his bed, sketching away in his notepad, naked, an also naked woman with a head full of messy blonde hair laying next to him.

I yawned, unamused at his little fling but I could care less to acknowledge him, and I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of doing so.

My head pounded, my eye sight quite blurry from the massive hangover I had.

After rolling out of bed, I stumbled my way across the dorm, heading straight for the bathroom.

I took a few pills of aspirin, desperate to rid the pain in my head and headed back out into the dorm.

The fridge was basically empty and I internally cursed myself for not going grocery shopping yesterday, I'd had more than enough time.

I grabbed at the egg carton, one of the only things in the refrigerator at the moment.

"Make me some too, yeh?" Zayn piped up from his spot on the bed.

I raised my eye brows and hummed. "Any for her, then?" I asked, the words coming out more rude than I'd intended.

He snorted quietly, before declining the offer, saying she was going to be leaving soon.

I nodded, more to myself than him, before getting the pan out for the eggs.

My phone went off from my bed before I turned the stove on, so I set the eggs and the pan down and made my way back over to it, lifting the bright screen to my face.

I smiled at my phone, tossing it back on my bed and finding a pair of sweatpants, pulling them on loosely and then heading over to make the eggs

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I smiled at my phone, tossing it back on my bed and finding a pair of sweatpants, pulling them on loosely and then heading over to make the eggs.

"Scrambled?" I asked over my shoulder.

"You know it," he laughed.

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