Harry
I groaned as I felt the light shine through my eyelids and heard a continuous loud knock on my front door. It felt like a thousand rocks were pounding against my skull.
"Shut up!" I shouted and the knocking stopped for a few seconds before starting once again, twice as loud. I rolled my eyes and got out of bed, not bothering to put any clothes on as I trudged to the door in only my boxers.
"WHAT?" I yelled, swinging the door open. I rolled my eyes when I saw Liam standing there with an amused smile on his face and I turned around, leaving him standing in the doorway as I went to put on some jogging bottoms.
When I returned to the living room, Liam was already sat on one of the sofas with his arm outstretched along the back of it.
"Morning, sunshine." he chuckled as he saw me approaching.
"Please, make yourself at home." I retorted sarcastically. "And what was so important that you had to wake me up?"
"It's 12pm Harry, you should have been awake anyway," he answered and I rolled my eyes. "And I ran into lover girl yesterday."
"Who on earth are you talking about?" I asked incredulously.
"Faye," he told me with an irritating smirk, wiggling his eyebrows.
I was actually ready to slap Liam; what was it with people and thinking Faye and I were together?
"You're a twat." I said through gritted teeth, throwing a cushion at him. "Faye is not lover girl."
"Not yet," he sang and I rolled my eyes at how much he sounded like Aaron.
I really didn't have the time or patience for Liam and his relationship talks, especially with my hangover still present.
"Well, thanks for stopping by! I enjoyed that pointless conversation more than you think, but I really must be-"
"Trust me, I didn't stop here to have girl talk with you." he cut me off, and I raised my eyebrows expectantly.
"You need to go and pick your schedule up from Aaron, I had to come here because you wouldn't have listened otherwise and I'm on my way to the office so I passed here anyway." he clarified.
"Right." I deadpanned. "Will do. Well, this was fun. I'll see you later."
Liam rolled his eyes, standing up. "You've been getting really annoying lately, Harry."
I sat down and flicked through the channels boredly. "Is that so?" I mumbled.
"Harry, I'm serious. We're not covering for you again if you get in a bad mood and go and get wasted because something isn't going your way. You're not the only one who has problems, you know."
"Shut the hell up, Liam." I growled. "You have no idea what's going on."
"Yeah, yeah." he finally left, slamming the door behind him.
I bit down on my lip ring so hard I thought I would rip it out of my mouth, and balled my fists to refrain from destroying my furniture. Who the hell does Liam think he is?
I was pulled out of my angry thoughts by the sound of my phone vibrating.
I picked it up as I saw Faye's name flashing across the screen.
"Hello?"
"Hi," Faye breathed. She sounded exhausted, and I could tell that she's been crying.
"Are you okay?"
