Courtney's POV:
I awoke from my minor slumber and instantly i felt a sharp pain in my head. Oh great, I have a hangover and i don't even remember drinking that much. Did i? No, i only had a few drinks. I know i did. My head is ringing so much, any slightest sound will cause my brain to melt. It feels so horrible and i can't do anything to help in apart from take paracetamol and that probably wont even help. Oh, i just want it to go away. Why do i have to be such a light weight?
Rolling over, i grab my phone from the bed side table and check the time. 10:30 am. I have to get up and get ready, i have to meet Louis at Starbucks later. I actually have no idea what time i am meeting him though. We never arranged the time last night.
I better text him soon to find out.
*Heyy Lou, i was just wondering what time we were meeting at Starbucks later. That's if you're still wanting to? Court *
I sat at the edge of my bed trying to work out whether i put any kisses or not at the end of the text. I mean if i don't put any it would seem strange after i admitted to liking him back last night. However, if i do put some, would it seem like i am asking him in a way to be more than friends. This is more complicated than i thought it would be. I decided to leave it blank, because i am pretty sure he isnt fussed about a kiss or not, he is too layed back to care.
I sent the message and got out of bed fully and went to the bathroom to have a shower. I just hope that this shower will make my head stop aching or at least making the pounding go down a bit.
After having the shower i wrap a towel around myself and hurry back down the hall to my room before anyone see's me. I know that people slept here, well most of them probably passed out after the party last night.
I really needed that shower because now my headache doesn't feel as bad and i don't seem to feel so ill.
I walk over to where my phone was sat to check if Louis had replied to my text yet. He had'nt.
After placing my phone back down on the bed i go over to my wardrobe and pick out my clothes. After a few moments of looking at clothing after clothing i ended up going for a pair of light blue jeans and a white patterned t - shirt. Once i had fully gotten ready, i took one last look in the mirror and gave myself a satisfied smile before heading down the stairs.
Taking the last step, i stopped in my tracks because i could hear faint muttering coming from the kitchen. The door frame is right at the bottom of the stairs, i have to be extremly quiet so i wouldn't be heard.
"Well, what do you want to do?" That was Zayn's voice. I know it is. You sort of get to know what they all sound like, the amount of times they're here, its impossible not to catch on. It's not even like they sound the same either.
There was another voice echoing through the room. "I don't know. I honestly have no idea what i am going to do. If only things were simpler."
The higher pitched voice out of the two seemed to be straining a little. Either because they were still tired or they had a sore throat. This made it a lot harder to figure out the owner of the voice.
"Go with your instinct mate. I know you'll do the right thing, but it's just whether you know you're doing the right thing." Zayn told the other man.
He has always had a way with words and is always the one to go to when you need help or if your stuck in a situation and you need someone to talk to. You can easily trust him and i have realied that as i have got to know him more.
"I guess so." Said the other voice. "But how do i know when i have done the right thing."
"You just will."
