Sleepyhead

Feminine Wiles

BEFORE U READ!

This story isn't mine. All credits goes to 'nonsense' on www.onedirectionfanfiction.com

I only did this because i think it's easier to read on the wattpad app on my phone, instead of on my laptop :)

I overslept, again.

Suppose everything in my life stemmed from the fact that I cannot, for the love of God, wake up on time. I’ll set an alarm, sleep right through it. I’ll ask a mate to wake me up, they’ll forget. There could be an atomic bomb going off above my head and I still wouldn’t even stir. There’s something about mornings, something in the air that my body decides to stay asleep at all costs. Doesn’t matter if I’ve got an exam or a shift at work, sleeping is far more important.

Flying off the bunk and landing on the ground with a not-so-swift thump, I started to scramble. Hair shoved into a ponytail, teeth being brushed as I frantically raced around the bus, looking for a clean pair of shorts and a top I’d yet to have worn. Reluctantly I yanked on a cropped t-shirt that I was pretty sure I wore two days ago, before sliding into my Toms and then finally spitting into the sink. (I swear I didn’t even miss this time.)

The bus was, if anything, a disaster zone. Throw together four teenage girls on one bus (plus a few assistants) (that wasn’t very large to start with), and you’ve got World War Three. Bras and knickers and shoes and old magazines were literally everywhere. Sliding across the floor on a pair of thigh high socks (who the hell wore those anyway?), I made my way into the kitchen where I snagged an apple, my purse, and a pair of sunglasses that I couldn’t remember who they belonged to.

And I was out the door in three minutes.

Despite my obvious lack of timing, I had to give it to myself. I could get ready in record time. I suppose it was my body compensating. I should learn to just get up, but I’m a woman of habit. No change required.

“Fuck it’s bright,” I mumbled, hopping off the bus. Thank God for  the oversized sunglasses that I was certain belonged to Reed. (You’ll know her right away, short brown hair and a terrifying expression.) Groaning, I bit into the apple and started at a quick jog towards the venue. I’d been there before, once when on tour with the horrible Indie rock group, Wednesday Rats, and thankfully knew my way around. (That’s a story for another time, mind you.)

Flashing my badge to the guards by the door, I strolled inside. The rest of the girls were already at the merchandise table, folding t-shirts and hanging up bags and doing all the sorts of things we did when we first arrived for a show. I smiled a greeting before falling in beside my best mate, who gave me a wary look. “Sutton, if you don’t start waking up on time, I’m certain Bobby is going to send you home.”

I rolled my eyes, picking up a t-shirt. “Oh, don’t be such a worrywart, Astrid.”

Astrid looked offended. “Well somebody has to. You’d never get anywhere on time if it wasn’t for me.”

“I got here this morning, didn’t I?” I answered easily, nodding a greeting to the other girls who looked like absolute zombies. “With no thanks to you,” I added, smirking a bit.

“I poured water on your face and you didn’t even flinch,” Astrid snapped, pushing up her hipster-esque glasses. Remind me to borrow those later. “You just sort of moaned and turned over. What was I supposed to do? Stab you with a fork?”

Reed snickered, “Now that I would like to see.”

“This doesn’t concern you Reed,” I poked her in the stomach playfully. Reed just rolled her eyes good-naturedly and returned to sorting sizes. “Besides, you know the water trick doesn’t work. Don’t you remember last summer? I almost drowned!”