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Top Five Reasons Why I, Sutton Lark, Could Really Use Divine Intervention AndSlashOr A Sign From Above:

First, being that I’m almost certain my mobile is going to explode from all the buzzing and beeping it’s been doing all night. Is it even okay for such devices to vibrate that excessively? Honestly, if it had been anywhere near my pleasure center, I probably would have suffered multiple orgasms from the heavy vibrations going on there. And I could really use some help from the Big Guy Upstairs to teach me how to put that blasted mobile on silent.

Second, I think when one of the girls came in last night they put the thermostat on blowing cold from the fan. And I’m not wearing any clothes. Because honestly, who sleeps with clothing? So restricting…so restricting. So basically I was nipping out without anything but the thin-as-fuck sheet to cover me and keep me warm. And I’m certain my teeth were chattering in my sleep and I serious goosebumps all over the place…and I mean all the places. 

Third, I can hear the shower running but I’m too afraid to open one of my eyes to see what time it is. Because if I open my eyes then Hawkeye Reed is going to notice and force me up for the day when I really, really want to spend the rest of my life in this fantastically comfy hotel bed with all its fluffy pillows and soft sheets and mints left there by the maid. So what I really need right now is some God or deity of time to project the currently time into my mind. Yes. Please.

Fourth, I have come to the decision that I’m going to go against Dad’s wishes. I’m not going to Uni and study maths and torture myself. And as much as that excites me and makes me feel as free as a mothafuckin bird, it still scares me. I know that means I’ll be completely and utterly dependent on myself. No more money from the rents. Just me and my measly salary from this tour. And I’m most definitely going to have to let Evelyn and her three cats know that I can’t afford to be her roommate anymore. And so there was a matter of finding someplace to live. And…affording it. Plus, who the fuck is going to pay for my Nutella addiction? WHO?

Fifth, was probably the most disastrous because of a wide variety of reasons. And mostly the real reason why I didn’t want to get up and peep one of my eyes open. Sitting on the desk across the room next to a half-eaten bagel and an empty glass of orange juice sat two separate items: The Sleepy Adventures of Sutton Lark (which I had yet to read) and that little teal bike. If I opened my eyes, I’d have no choice but to stumble over to said table and stare down at those two gifts. One, reminding me of how awesome and perfect my currently set up was (damn that Malik) and the other reminding me of just how bad I wanted yet another boy between my legs.

Sutton Lark, you’ve done it again.

So maybe this whole “lazy Sutton” thing isn’t going to work out very well today. I was still in Bristol (yuck) which meant my family was still nearby (yuck) and certain asshats who shall remain nameless (yuckier) are within distance to make yet another appearance in my life.

I’m screwed.

With a heavy sigh, I blinked my eyes open.

Nothing.

The room was empty, to my surprise. Reed and Astrid were nowhere to be found. Their bed was properly made and their suitcases were zipped and lined up by the door. There was a plate of pastries sitting on the desk across from me (conveniently placed next to said gifts from before) along with a glass of milk. Damn those bitches for being thoughtful. And strategically placing said yummies.

I stood up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, tossing my hair away from my face, and wiggling my toes on the carpet. This was one of the nicer hotels we’d stayed at, which was a bit of a shocker seeing as we were in Bristol and it felt like everything good came here to die, anyway. I stretched my arms in the air and moved over to my suitcase, where I snagged the grey triangle jumper I stole from Niall a few days back, and tugged it over my head. It landed mid-thigh, and I was grateful to not have to put knickers on yet.