Night and Day // 1D & Claire_201 **SLOOOWW UPDATES**

Ch. 9

 

A/N:

Hi guys!!! I'm really happy to finally be updating this. I think my last update was February. Yay................

So anyways, this weekend I'm kind of sick and moody but I want to update while my sister does all my chores (my parents insisted. I feel bad for her tho.)

 enjoy the update!!!

Oh. I almost forgot. Thank you all for the 5000+ reads!!! It means so much to me. I honestly have considered giving up on this story a few times but I always think back to you guys, and I couldn't just do that. I can't believe you guys. It's incredible. I love all of you reading this.

Bubbles.

Caitlin

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Claire's POV

I rolled over and checked the time. 4:30 AM. I guess I kind of fell asleep. And missed my shift. Dammit.

My stomach growled, so I sat up, walking over towards the door that hopefully was not locked. I can't believe some idiot installed locks outside of the door. It's no use there.

 Reaching my fingers out, I managed to turn the doorknob and, to my surprise, push the door open. Bolting through, I make it to the kitchen alive before searching the drawers and shelves for Oreos. There's none there.

"Okay. Who stole my oreos?" I muttered, before swiveling in a circle. "If it's Caitlin, I swear to god..."

Someone cleared their throat behind me and I flipped out, turning around and glaring daggers at them.

"YOU EVIL SHIT!" I scream, but stop when I realize it's Niall.

"Oh. It's you," I groan. "The bottomless pit."

Niall shook his blonde head. "You have mood swings."

"So do you," I snap back at him. "Have a problem with that? Huh? Huh?"

He raised his hands in self defense. "Whoa, calm down. I was only saying."

"And I was 'only saying'," I retorted.

We both stood in silence for a few minutes, and I watched Niall look down to his blue shirt, and he started picking off random black crumbs-

Hell. No.

"YOU FUCKER! YOU ATE ALL MY OREOS!" I yell at him, swinging my arm around in a failed attempt to punch him. Before I can actually hurt him, a murderous looking Liam pops his head out of a bedroom door.

"Will you kindly shut up," he growled. "I'm trying to sleep and Caitlin probably has a huge headache. Not to mention she's suffered a bit of blood loss." With that he went to close the door, but I was too fast.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN CAITLIN SUFFERED BLOOD LOSS? ANSWER MY QUESTION!" I scream in frustration as Liam strains to shut the door on my hand.

"I said be quiet!" he hissed, glancing back into the room.

"Answers," I growled. "It's 4:30 in the morning and I'm grumpy. Either give me answers or I will bitch slap you so hard your manboobs will go concave."

Liam nervously crossed a hand over his chest. "Well.. Um... she got hit in the head by a vase."

I threw my hands in the air. "Well that fucking explains everything. WHO THREW IT?" I say, loudly and impatiently.