Paper Roses

Chap. 17; Talk About Awkward

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Anna’s Point-of-View

I woke up with a roaring headache. Quickly getting out of bed and reaching for my purse to get my Ray Bans. The sun was piercing through my eyes, burning them like hell. My head was pounding while my stomach swirled. I quickly ran into the bathroom and threw up.

‘I hate hangovers.’ I thought, flushing the toilet as soon as I was done.

My head throbbed worse as I remembered yesterday’s events. From starting the out normally and ended… tragically. I may have drank a lot yesterday but I still remembered things. Although I wish I didn’t.

“Babe?” I turned my head to see Zayn looking at me with worried eyes. I must’ve looked stupid. Here I was sitting down beside the toilet wearing my Ray Bans.

“Don’t go near me. I stink.” I chuckled, standing up and walking towards the sink.

I brushed my mouth and washed my face. Standing up straight I noticed that I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I feel… yucky. My eyes were slightly red. My cheeks were pale. My eyeliner was smudged. My hair was all over the place.

Zayn was standing right behind me. He looked fine apart from me. He was shirtless, making all of his tattoos visible, but still he wore his jeans from yesterday. His hair still had its perfect quiff. I’ve only noticed it now that he shaved. He looked good with the -stache and all but I preferred his clean face.

As I blinked my eyes, Zayn was replaced by the image of Harry. My eyes widened to see him. He wore the same pants as Zayn’s but… it was Harry. All of his tattoos, his curls, his face…

He smiled at me weakly, “Are you alright babe?”

I blinked my eyes frantically to see Zayn once again.

I sighed, “I hate hangovers…”

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I sat in the kitchen stool, my head leaning on my hand for a bit of support. The sun was seriously killing my eyes. This sun glasses aren’t dark enough.

I groaned, “Could you guys eat quietly? Someone’s having a hangover right here.”

“That’s what you get for drinking.” Louis said all too loud.

“Sssshhhhhh…” I covered my ears. “Not too loud Louis.”

Louis chuckled and went back to eating his cereals.

“What time’s the radio interview?” Niall asked all of sudden. Ugh.

“4 pm?” Louis answered.

“What are you gonna wear?”

“My boxers!” Louis shrieked making me flinch in my seat.

I knew they were talking purposely to irritate me. Well, I’ve done it to them before when they have hangovers.

“Shut it, the both of you! Your accents are giving me a headache!” Even I flinched by my own voice, earning laughs from the lads.

“Alright, lads, enough messing with Anna.” Thank goodness for Daddy Direction.

The sudden smell of coffee filled my nostrils as the room fell silent. A cardboard cup from Starbucks suddenly appeared in front of my face. My eyes were too tired to widen. I can recognize this hand. I’ve been seeing it for my whole life.

I slowly looked up and saw Harry looking at me with guilty eyes then back at the cup of coffee. Out of the corner of my eye, Zayn’s hands were trembling from his tight grip with his fork, Liam was rubbing his temple, Niall was still, of course, munching on his plate of pancakes, and Louis was smirking.