3 F*cked A clock

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I woke up the next morning slightly hungover and still very pissed at the world. Luckily for me I didn't have work today so I got up sluggishly and went to go make myself some coffee. Still grumbling at how stupidly smart Simon Cowell was for forming One Direction and taking the love of my life away from me. Selfish much? Yes I am and I don't give a bloody Chapstick.

After the water boiled I remembered that we didn't have any instant coffee great looks like I gotta go to Starbucks.

I took a shower and changed into some leggings and a long sleeved jumper applied some Baby Lips and left the house. On my way there Story Of My Life came on the radio.....

Long story short I almost ripped out my stereo, but when I checked the time I almost had a heart attack.

"3 Fucking o'clock!" I groaned then giggled as I realized how wrong it sounded.

"Venti vanilla latté please." I said as I rubbed my temples.

The barista smirked he probably knew I was hungover.

"Asshole." I mumbled. I got my drink 5 agonizing minutes later. I decided I couldn't wait to drink it at home so I sat down in Hannah and I's usual spot. Casual sipping my drink, first I scrolled threw Tumblr, then Instagram and my favorite Twitter. I noticed I had 10 000 new followers.

"What the hell?" I grumbled. I started scrolling on who started following my and stopped dead when all the lads from One Direction followed my one after the other. First it was Harry, then Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall Fucking Horan.

"What the actual hell?!" I grumbled very pissed.

"I'm gonna kill you Niall James Horan if it's the last thing I do!"

Suddenly my hangover stopped.

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