Figuring It Out

Chapter 7

When I wake up in the morning, I feel well rested, and happy for some reason. As I start to come to my senses, I grab my iPhone off the side table, and check the time.

9:23

SHIT!

I quickly throw off the covers and run to my door, throwing it open. I don't hear any sign of life, meaning that Eleanor overslept as well. I run down the hall, past the door to the game room, the guest bedroom, the spare bathroom, the office.

I yank open the door to El's room. I see her hair is a big mess, flying out every way. Her mouth is parted open, and she's in one of Louis's old striped shirts. I climb on her bed, and sit on her.

"WAKE UP! YOU CANT SLEEP!"

I scream in her face.

I hear her mumble a string of semi incoherent words, that sound a lot like, "get off me you fucking fat ass shittard" El try's to roll over, and I hear her sigh out "5 more minutes"

I sigh as I start poking her.

"Well, at this rate, your only gonna have an hour to get ready. It's already...." I trail off and check the clock, then continue talking. "9:30. This means you're only gonna have about an hour to get ready, if we wanna leave here at a time to beat traffic AND fans and the whole shit load that comes with them being places."

Out if nowhere I'm shoved off Eleanor and onto the ground. I see her feet run over to the bathroom, yelling

"God damn I have to do my hair."

I laugh a little and stand up, retreating back to my room. I walk into my bathroom, brushing my teeth, and taking out the braid. the waves it created are nice and not crazy, so I don't touch my hair. I go over to my closet, trying to find something cute. Since it's winter, I throw on a pair of black skinny jeans, over a pair of new underwear. I put on a light pink three quarter length shirt, with a cute bow pattern on it. I grab my white converse, a gift from Niall a little while back, and slip them on. I go back into the bathroom, and apply some light makeup. I curl my eyelashes, and coat on some mascara. After, I apply some rose gold shimmery eyeshadow from Sephora, and add a really light pink blush after. For my lips, I coat on a light coat of Twisted Peppermint Lipgloss. I check out everything in the mirror, satisfied with the job I did.

I pad over to my bed, and pull my iPhone out from it's dock. I grab my favorite purse, a brown hobo style bag, and load it with everything. I double check to make sure it has my iPhone car charger, wall charger, wallet, iPad Air, female products, and a hair brush with some hair ties wrapped around the handle. I go to my dresser, and grab my black infinity bracelet off of it, and slip it on. I've had it since 8th grade, when my closest friends and I got matching ones. It's still in amazing condition, considering I've had it for so long, and I always wear it.

As I exit my room, I slip my phone into my back pocket, and go to the kitchen. I set my bag on the couch as I pass by it, and proceed on my way.

I look in the pantry for my favorite cereal, Coco Puffs, and grab a bowl, spoon, and some milk for my "healthy" breakfast.

As I'm about halfway through my breakfast, El walks in, looking adorable in a light wash pair of skinny jeans, combat boots, a plain black t-shirt with a creme sweater thrown over. Her hair looks perfect, like always, and her face is made-up beautifully. She makes her way over to the fridge, and grabs a blueberry Chobani, as well as a spoon from the sliver ware drawer.

"I figured we can leave here when were done eating."

El spoke to me as she peeled back the top to her yogurt.

I nod at her, and shovel another spoonful of cereal into my mouth.

We finish eating in a peaceful silence. Once everything was cleaned up we gathered up our stuff and headed down to the parking garage to get into El's Range Rover.

As we pull out, and head down the street, a grin is pulled onto my face. I finally get to see my brother!