Stand Up

chapter 3

Okay, so I know I'm doing a lot of Amanda's POV, but she is the mainest of the main characters...I will do some more Harry/Niall POVs, I promise...

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Amanda's POV

The first thing I noticed--I was burning up, like I was in a volcano, or something. The second thing to come to my attention: this wasn't my room. This wasn't even my house--we don't own beds this hard.

My third revelation: I wasn't alone on that bed. I'd like to say that I sat up, fully alert, to confront the person I was with and ask how I'd gotten there. I'd love to tell myself that I was horrified by not knowing what was going on. I'd be great to think I did or felt either of those to things. What I did do? Yawn, close my eyes, and try to go back to sleep. When I'd said I wasn't a morning person, that had been an understatement. My "mornings" never started until 2:00 in the afternoon, and any time before that was still nighttime.

I burrowed my head deeper into the pillow, sighing. But just as my dreams began again, there was a boom, and I looked up to see Harry standing in the doorway. Harry Styles standing in the doorway. I glanced cautiously at the person next to me, only to see Niall Horan. And then I looked at the glowing red numbers on the clock, snorted my disbelief--there is no way in hell I'm getting up at 9:30--and put the pillow over my head. If they needed to talk, that was fine, but I wouldn't stay up for it. 

"Amanda." Harry said.

I raised my arms over my head, as I was now on my stomach, and put them over the sides of the pillow, trying to block out sound.

"Amanda," He repeated,  "Don't you want breakfast?" 

Breakfast. The only thing that could get me out of bed, even if only for a little while. Groaning, lifted the pillow and turned over on my back to sit up. I knew my hair was a mess; it had been a mess last night, and without brushing it before I went to bed, it was likely a knot.

"Does anyone have a brush?" I managed, glancing at Niall, then at Harry.

"Nope, but maybe Zayn does. We can walk down and--"

I raised my brow at him. There was no way I was going outside this room without brushing my hair. I wasn't horribly vain--I went out in sweats and a t-shirt--but even I shudder at the thought of anyone seeing me like this. Speaking of...I reached up to touch it, and the way it felt...I shuddered--there was no way I was going outside with my hair like this. It wasn't just that I had to brush it--it needed to be washed too, and because I'd come to the hotel with Niall so that he'd sleep, I hadn't had a chance to shower at home. I needed one every night, or my hair became completely unmangable. Not to mention the fact that I'd slept with my hair in a  ponytail. Ew. If this wasn't urgent, though--my hair was N-A-S-T-Y--then I wouldn't say anything, because it's really awkward asking someone you just met if you can use the shower. But...

"Before I do anything, is it okay if I take a shower?" I asked Niall.

He shrugged, looking at Harry.

"I don't think we're in any hurry, are we?"

Harry shook his head, and so got up out of the bed,  trudged over the bathroom and turned in the doorway to look at them. 

"Do you guys need anything before I shut the door?"

They shook their heads, and I closed the door behind me.

I braced my arms on the edge of the marble sink--my god, this bathroom was BEAUTIFUL--and looked critically at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out what had made Niall grab me. My best features were my eyes--they were an intense green, like the leaves of an evergreen spicebush, with an even darker green around the rim. I loved my eyes--I wouldn't change them even if I could. My hair was naturally straight and dark blonde, with touches of red and lighter blonde; in the light, it looked like sparkling gold. My nose was long, and had been broken once, so it was slightly crooked. My top lip was really thin, while my bottom lip was medium shaped, and my cheekbones were okay, I guess.