The Truth

Chapter 5

Amy's P.O.V

It turns out that yesterday, Brian was busier than he thought. Leaving me to do nothing but be a fatass stuffing my face with junk food and watching tv. I felt like whale after, not moving from the couch only unless I had to piss.

But now it's a new day and I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. I didn't have a nightmare last night. Which was a good thing, because I need to catch up on some sleep. I shifted in my duvet, its softness enveloped me. Turning over to my night stand I grabbed my phone to see if there was any recent activity. Nothing that was of importance to me.

I did text Brian a bit earlier but he had some training, he is going in for a cop so physical fitness is one of many priorities. Just thinking about that makes me feel fat, I have to be more physical. So instead of it being another lazy day today, I'll go for a run.

With my sudden burst of energy, I got up and went to the bathroom. Washing my face, flossing and brushing my teeth. I brushed my long hair which took forever. After that I was finally finished, I went back to my room and changed into spandex and a workout tank top.

Now I know what your thinking, slutty right? No, because it's so fucking hot in L.A it's insane. Plus I am running so it's two times the warmth, catch my drift, I bet you do.

Checking the time, it was already past twelve and I haven't eaten breakfast yet, if I eat now then I probably will get killer cramps. Eh, I'll just eat after. I stretched a bit, to warm up my muscles then I grabbed my earphones plugging them into my phone and choosing the 'Alternative Rock' playlist on songza.

I then left the security apartment as I ventured out into the wilderness of L.A.

Niall's P.O.V

I awoke to blinding sunlight, after opening my eyes I immediately closed them. "Fuck" I mumbled disappearing under the duvet again, away from the light. Last night was of course rough again, I forced myself to open my eyes and I looked over to the alarm on my nightstand. I didn't actually use it, I just needed it for the time and right now it was 11:37am. I did get a reasonable amount of sleep though. The most I've had in the last week.

I forced myself to get up, trying to recall last nights events. My mind was slightly fuzzy but I do remember waking up on the table and seeing Harry on the floor, other then that I don't really remember much. I didn't bother getting dressed either, I walked to the kitchen in my boxers to see Harry still passed out on the floor "crazy haired cunt" I mumbled to myself laughing quietly.

I opened the fridge to see it practically empty. For fuck sakes, I gotta go to the store. I walked over to Harry as I kicked him in the side "get up", he groaned as he awoke from his high slumber. "Where am I?" he questioned. "In Narnia, where the fuck do you think you are?", he lowly chuckled "I am on the floor in my flat, you gotta give me some time Niall" he ran a hand over his face. "Help me" Harry stuck his hand up towards me, I grabbed it pulling him up. "Thanks mate" he patted my back as he pulled out a chair and sat down.

I sat down as well, "we are out of food so I gotta go get some" I groaned not wanting to go. "Get some of what?" Harry smirked. "Food, what the fuck else" I furrowed my eyebrows at his comments, "oh I thought you meant something else" he was still smirking. I finally realized what he was talking about. "Nah it's to early in the morning" I said as Harry quietly laughed.

"How about you make some tea and I go get dressed" I pushed myself from the table, "ok" Harry said, shrugging his shoulders. "Oh and don't mix up the cocaine and sugar I don't want to be overdosed" "don't worry Nialler it's all good" Harry reassured me, even though I wasn't totally convinced.

Being a slight druggie and alcoholic, you would think I would want something a bit more hard core like vodka. But let me tell you, Harry can make the greatest cup of tea ever and nothing can stop me from having one.