Amnesia

The Shirt That I Had (That You Always Borrowed)

Tonight we're fading fast

I just wanna make this last

If I could say the things that I wanna say

I'd find a way to make you stay

I'd never let you get away

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Luke's POV

I was woken up far earlier than I would have liked the next morning by a very annoyed Ashton throwing open my bedroom door, declaring that I "get the fuck up & help clean up the mess from last night", then going to do the same to both Calum and Michael.

I groaned, rolling out of my bed and pulling on the first clothes I found. I left my room just as Calum left his. We stared at each other for a second, realizing at the same time that we were both headed for the bathroom.

In an instant, we both sprinted for the bathroom in an attempt to get there first. As soon as we hit the door, we got jammed up in the entryway, which was clearly not big enough for both of us to get through at the same time shoulder to shoulder. A brief scuffle ensued as we both tried to gain the upper hand and reach the toilet before the other.

Michael came out of his room at the noise, rubbing his hand through his sleep messed hair in an attempt to create some semblance of neatness.

"This is why I took the small room. It's has a bathroom in it and I don't have to--" Michael yawned. "I don't have to fight anyone for the bathroom in the morning."

"Maybe if Calum would just let me use the bathroom first..." I said, trying to squiggle out of the arm Calum had wrapped around my stomach. I pushed him back, slamming the bathroom door against the wall.

"What the hell is going on up there?" Ashton yelled up the stairs.

"They're fighting over the bathroom." Michael said, making his way down the stairs, letting out another yawn.

"Guys! We have another bathroom down here! How about one of you uses this one? Then... hey! Cool! You'll already be down here and you can clean the bathroom while you're in there!"

I knew the downstairs bathroom would be even worse than the one up here. It was a lot easier to use a bathroom on the first floor of somewhere when you're drunk.

I began to fight even harder to get into this one.

"LUKE! CALUM! SERIOUSLY! YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS TO DECIDE WHO'S COMING TO USE THIS ONE OR I'M CHOOSING! AND YOU'LL NOT ONLY HAVE TO CLEAN THE BATHROOM, YOU'LL BE CLEANING THE ENTIRE DOWNSTAIRS!" Ashton started counting.

We immediately stopped arguing.

"That's what I thought. Who's coming down?"

"Luke is on his way down!" Calum called in the direction of the stairs, letting me go.

"You dick." I said, resigning myself to having to clean the worse bathroom, and heading down the stairs.

"There. That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Ashton said, handing me gloves and a bucket of cleaning supplies. "You have the downstairs bathroom and the game room. Have fun." He disappeared towards the backyard, preparing to start the long and difficult task of removing all the bubbles from the pool.

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Michael's POV

4 hours, a box of garbage bags, and several rolls of paper towels later, the inside of the house was clean again. Since I had come downstairs with no argument to help, I got my pick of where to clean. I had taken the kitchen and the living room.