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Chapter 6

When I woke up the next morning Niall was still asleep. We had separated a bit during the night, probably from the heat. Florida heat is brutal, let me tell you.

                I got out of bed, glancing at the iHome. 8:17. I would be lucky if Niall was up in the next two hours. I walked into my ensuite bathroom, not even bothering to check my appearance, which was no doubt horrendous.

                I closed the door and turned on the water for the shower. I let the water warm up. While I waited, I decided to brush teeth before stripping and easing my way into the shower. It may be hot outside, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to take a cold shower.

                I don’t usually shower in the morning. I don’t have the time, so I shower at night. But since I didn’t wash my hair last night, it feels greasy this morning and I just can’t ignore that feeling.

                Long showers are the only kind of showers I take, so I probably walked back into the steamy bathroom 45 minutes later, toweling off. I turned on the fan, to help air out the bathroom. I gathered my clothes from last night into a ball, opening the door and walking back into my bedroom. I put the dirty clothes in my hamper, hugging the towel tighter. My wet hair stuck to my back as I dug through my drawers from something to wear.

                A quick glance over my shoulder confirmed that Niall was still asleep. The lazy ass is going to have to wake up in a bit, before my parents ever knew he was here.

                Ah, decisions, decisions. Which t- shirt should I wear today? I really wasn’t kidding when I said that I like to dress casual.

                I eventually decided on my favorite light pink pocket tee and a pair of light denim shorts. The shorts are short enough that I can go outside without losing half of my body weight in sweat. How do girls wear jeans to school when the weather is like this? Beats me.

                I hate jeans.

                My legs like to be free.

                I stood in front of my mirror, brushing my hair. I brutally tried to brush all of the knots out. It look five minutes, but I got them all out. Now I was just left with wet, lifeless hair that would no doubt dry into a frizzy mess.

                Why do people even like me?

                I’m nasty.

                Niall hasn’t moved from his spot on the bed, with his right arm practically completely extended towards the other side of the bed while he was laying on his stomach. Jackson was still sleeping as well, snoring loudly. You could see the small outline of where I had to squeeze into the bed.

                I took my phone out from the iHome, interrupting the playing of some random song. I turned on the TV, which was positioned right in front of my bed. Of course there’s not much on in the mornings, so I eventually settled on an old season of America’s Next Top Model.

                I was mildly entertained for about three minutes. “Wake up, fat ass,” I said, lightly hitting his bum with my palm. He moved slightly, making a groaning noise.

                I almost felt a little bad for waking him up, especially when he finally picked his head up and looked at me tiredly. His blue eyes blinked, trying to adjust to the bright light that was flooding into my room. Blue eye problems. I can relate.

                “What time is it?” he mumbled, putting his head back down and closing his eyes again.

                “Noon,” I lied.