Hey guys! Here's an update for this week and I really do hope I can make time to write another chapter and post it, you know? YOU JUST DONT KNOW HOW EXCITED I AM TO POST ALL THE STORY, ONLY IF I CAN WRITE FAST AS FAST AS I CAN THINK UGH. ANYWAY, ENJOY THIS CHAPTER!!!
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HARRY'S POV
I was woken up by my loud ringing phone. I scrambled over the dark raffle I’m laying my back on refusing to open my eyes. I answered and pressed it to my ear. It was Niall.
“Hey mate!” He spoke as if he’s not on a hangover, just when I realized I wasn’t in my room and remembered I visited Zayn. Technically, I’m at Zayn’s.
“Niall!” I announced then he laughed like I uttered a joke. Maybe I still sound drunk or sleepy or whatever.
“Don’t tell me, you just woke up, man!”
“Well” I finally opened my eyes and glanced at the light painted walls. Silently thanking Zayn for not opening the curtains. A masterpiece that was vandalized in our BSE music video was on the wall and I decided to admire it despite the fact that Niall is on the other end and my head is fucking disturbing my morning. “You woke me up, my friend.”
He laughed at me, again. I sighed. Not feeling too well to be awaken too early just to be laughed at.
“Mate,” I tried to cut him off from laughing, as if he’s talking to someone while talking to me over the line. “It’s not polite to wake me up early just to laugh at me or whatever. I’m going back..”
“Mate!” He interrupted. “It’s past four in the afternoon.”
“What?” I huskily replied while I bring my left arm just above my eyes to check on my watch, and yes it is quarter past four.
“I’m with the rest of the 5sos lads in the studio,” he informed, “we’re leaving at around five for their first show tonight.”
“Get your ass here!” Somebody shouted, I think it was Michael.
“No!” Somebody else interrupted, maybe Ashton. “Get your sexy ass here!” And they all laugh. I think they’re having so much fun; I just can hear the mess they are doing. Niall’s laugh overpowers everyone elses as he’s on the mouthpiece.
“I’m at Zayn’s. I’ll come over but don’t wait if you have to leave.” I said as I roll over to sit on the edge of the massive bed.
“Alright mate!”
“Yeah, yeah! Thanks for waking me up.” I appreciated his call, though I really feel like going back to sleep and just sleep off this damn hangover.
“Anytime!” Then we hung up. I saw a note with a tall glass of water and bottle of drugs on the side drawer of the bed, just before the door. I took the note and recognized a female writing. “Zayn doesn’t have Aspirin. But Advil will help, though. We don’t want to wake you up, but we promise to help you with that first date soon.” With as small smiley-dash-capital-p-period at the end. I smiled and took two pills and gulped the water down. Water’s never been better.
I walked out of the room while trying to give my temples a good massage as if it will drain off the liquor’s effect in my head. I just feel like vomiting or pulling the alcohol out of my stomach but I don’t have time.
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