Sleepyhead

Bed Bugs

“This is your flat?”

“How in the world can you afford this place?” 

“You know, Josh, I find your sass a bit unnerving.” I replied, adjusting the strap of my purse on my shoulder and turning to glare at the boy who was actually exactly my height. Josh just grinned, wiggling his eyebrows and leaning against the lift wall.

“Besides,” Niall barked, after taking a bite from his second Egg McMuffin of the morning, “the point is that she can’t afford it.”

“True,” Josh shrugged, still smirking. I shot him yet another glance, good-naturedly of course, before the lift doors sprung open. I’d managed to swindle both Niall and Josh into helping me get my things from Evelyn’s place. I knew not to ask Zayn, because well he wasn’t exactly the helping type. And Liam and Louis were busy with Danielle and Eleanor. And I was basically avoiding Harry like the Bubonic Plague, so he was out of the question. 

Niall was my first option anyway, that little Irish bitch had somehow become one of my best mates in the last few weeks. And lately, wherever Niall was, Josh was soon to follow.

It worked out, I suppose.

“So guys,” I stated, spinning around on my heels and raising my eyebrows. “Evelyn is a bit of a nutter. There are cats, literally everywhere in this place. Lives ones and—“

“—dead ones?” Josh offered.

I narrowed my eyes, “—ceramic ones. Whatever. And she’s mad. So just…grab it and go.”

The boys just nodded. Niall even tipped his snapback in my direction before I gave them a curt nod in return. This might not go so well.

Evelyn was…well, she was Evelyn. And if I find her strange, then she’s got to be bloody weird. We were distant relatives, and I’m not really sure how we are even related, but Mum and her mum set us up together in a flat. And it was swanky. Because Evelyn’s mum was really wealthy and sold custom jewelry or purses or something. And so she could afford something like this. Mum was all for it, because she thought Evelyn could straighten me out (like I was a lesbian or something, I don’t even know) and that I’d maybe focus on my studies.

That went over really well. Not only was I moving out of Evelyn’s swanky-ass flat, I was not going to Uni. Maybe taking a few classes online. Maybe.

My life was a bit up in the air lately. I was planning on tossing all my things at Niall’s flat while we tried to figure out my living situation. Ever since the tour buses dropped us off at their complex this morning I’ve been certified homeless.

And aside from that fact, I’ve been in quite a good mood. Niall and Josh and I stopped for breakfast on the way over and Niall didn’t even spill his orange juice in Josh’ car. Which was quite impressive seeing as he forgot to get a lid for it. 

There was some screaming, some classic Sassy Josh, and we finally made it to my flat, or rather, my old flat, that was practically halfway across London. 

Making my way to the door, I fished my keys from my purse and gave them one last look (which basically told them to behave, which is new for me, mind you) and unlocked the door.

I froze.

“The fuck?”

“Did you just not bother unpacking any of your shit, Sut?” Niall asked, stepping into my flat in front of me. Wearing just a white tank top and tan shorts, Niall looked positively ready for Australia. It was a little chilly in London for such attire, but I wasn’t about to rain on his parade.

Because mine was certainly being rained on.

“Um, Evelyn?” I shouted as Josh laid a hand on my shoulder. I stepped into our flat, my stomach churning wildly as I gazed at the boxes of my stuff sitting in the small entryway. Not that I had a lot of stuff, really. I hadn’t had time to buy a bed or a mattress or any furniture. It was just all my clothes and random things that I didn’t need to take on tour.