Phoebe's POV
I roll over and nearly fall off of my bed. My phone rests on the nightstand. It's plugged in. I don't remember doing that. Wait, when did I even get home last night? The last thing I remember is falling asleep in the car. I sit up and see I have twenty minutes to get ready for work. I need to shower.
"Rebecca?" I ask once I'm out of my room.
"Yeah?" She answers from the kitchen.
"When did I get home?" I ask.
"Uh, Louis carried you upstairs around eleven. Said something about you guys getting lost and he told you you could sleep. You wouldn't wake up." She says and I hear her familiar giggle.
"Wait. He carried me?" I ask, popping my head into the kitchen. She smiles up at me and continues cutting up strawberries.
"Why?" I ask. I'm not upset, just curious.
"You were asleep and he didn't want to wake you." She says. She keeps smiling at me. Why?
"Well, I'm going, so stop smiling." I say and her giggle erupts again. I rush over to the bathroom because I'm barely going to make it to work on time.
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"Beep, you're late. I guess I should cut you a break, though because it's Friday and you must be tired." Dean says when I walk in.
"Sorry! I was out late shopping for some Christmas presents with my friend." I tell him.
"Christmas is only a few weeks away. I guess you shop late." He says and I nod.
"I'll probably be out Christmas Eve." I joke and he smiles.
"I finished shopping over a month ago." He says proudly.
"I'm not as good as you." I say and he nods.
"Isn't that the truth." I mumble and he laughs.
"Well I'm heading home to the Mrs. See you at four. Early closing." He says and I nod.
"Thanks Dean." I say.
"Bye beep." He says and I hold back a laugh.
"Hi Dean!" Someone says outside of the shop and my head pops up. It's Louis.
"Hi fellow!" He says back and I laugh. Louis walks in smiling.
"I have a nickname. It's fellow." He says proudly and I laugh.
"Fancy." I respond sarcastically.
"Want a cup of coffee? I was on my way to a meeting and I picked you up a cup. Rebecca told me what to get." He says and I nod.
"Thanks fellow." I say and he smiles.
"So, when do you have to go to work?" I ask.
"Well, I should be there in...five or so minutes, but that's not happening." He says.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because I'm enjoying a cup of coffee. Harry is in the car outside, so he's going to be late too. I can be as late as I want." He says.
"Go to work." I say blankly and he frowns.
"Why?" He whines.
"You shouldn't make Harry late." I point out.
"Why not? He left me for two weeks. I deserve a nice morning." He says.
"Hang out here later on. I'll be here till four." I say.
"Fine. I'm leaving. Bye Bee." He says and I roll my eyes.
"Bye fellow." I say and he chuckles on his way out. He's so strange.
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