[HIATUS] Duamila One Shots

"Found you."

(Soulmate au where whatever you write on your skin appears on your soulmates. Idea found on Tumblr.)

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Fuck.

She was late, again. The girl really couldn't help it, she had this terrible habit of continuously hitting the snooze button. Even if she had multiple alarms set. She was supposed to be at work by 11:30 A.M. It was 12:00 P.M. meaning she was late. Her phone had been set up with so many alarms, it should've been impossible for her to be late. But low and behold, there she was scrambling around her small apartment trying to at least get there before one.

7:30  A.M.  'This should at least wake you up a little bit'

7:45  A.M. 'This will definitely have you annoyed'

8:00 A.M. 'We're still in the safe zone, come on Dua you can do it!'

8:30 A.M. 'Alright really, get up.'

8:45 A.M. 'If you hit the snooze button again, I'm going to fight you me'

9:00 A.M 'Get up! Get up! Get up!

9:30 A.M. 'Please tell me you haven't hit the snooze.'

9:45 A.M. 'You still have time to make yourself look somewhat presentable, come on wake up.'

10:00 A.M. 'Great, now we'll look like shit.'

10:30 A.M. 'Do you really want to get fired? GET UP!'

10:45 A.M. 'Doomed.'

11:00 A.M. 'Don't even try 'there's no point in going' me.'

11:30 A.M. 'How do I sleep this much?'

11:45 A.M. 'How am I dodging all these alarms?'

12:00 A.M. 'I-'

12:05 A.M. 'And we're up, congratulations me I've gotten me fired'

She had the same wake up routine each morning, and she thought it would work. After brushing her teeth, showering, and getting dressed in a shocking 40 minutes, she went to find something to satisfy her starving stomach. She practically leapt across the small couch, and made her way into the kitchen. Upon seeing the time, she groaned and gave up all hope of cooking a substantial meal.

"I could really go for a roast right now." I groaned, as I was forced to settle for a bag of crisps and my car keys. I got into my small, and somewhat old car and began my drive. "Fuck!" I shouted, at whoever was occupying the car ahead of me. I reached down into the bag of crisps, and impatiently bounced my knee. When the car finally decided to move, five minutes had already passed. I looked at the time once again, 12:50 A.M.

"There's no way I'm going to make it on time now." I groaned. "Jade is going to absolutely demolish me." Unless you text Leigh, ask her to stall for a bit. Have her tell Jade you went to go get them all some tea. I grabbed my phone and shot out a text to the infamous Leigh-Anne Pinnock.

Leigh Leigh 🌈: Where are you? Jade's flipping the fuck out!

Me: Ugh sorry! Kept hitting the snooze again, fml.