Chapter 23

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SORRY, but this will be extremely short and I also am VERY aware of how long it's been since my last upload. Don't worry, the next chapter WILL BE LONGER. Okay? Now read, my munchkins(:

Xx May

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

MALORIE'S POV

“WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!” Someone yelled loudly in my ear.

I jumped straight up in bed. “What the hell!” I screamed, looking around the room, only to see Louis on the floor, holding his gut and laughing very loudly.

“Oh God, the look on your face, and the bed head...” He gasped out between laughs.

“Louis Tomlinson I specifically told you not to do that to her, it's entirely too early in the morning and she is jet-lagged!” Eleanor yelled, walking in to the room.

I stuck my tongue out at Louis as he slowly got up and left the room. “Wow, El, you have quite a way with that boy.” I said.

She laughed. “Of course.” She said winking.

I yawned. “Alright, I'm going back to bed.” I said, laying back down on my side.

This time it was another boy. “Oh no you're not!” Harry yelled, jumping up and down on the poor bed.

“HAROLD EDWARD STYLES!” I yelled, rolling out of bed and hitting the floor when he jumped again.

“Oh, shit, Mal, I'm sorry!” He said, getting down quickly and coming around to help me up.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay guys, leave me now, I have to get ready.” I said.

Eleanor smiled and left the room. Harry gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and mumbled sorry yet again before finally leaving.

I rubbed my shoulder from where I had fallen and stumbled in to the bathroom. I took my things out and took a nice, hot shower. Then I stepped out and blow dried my hair. I put on my makeup and brushed my teeth, also re-applying my contacts.

“MAL! HURRY UP!” Zayn yelled.

I poked my head out of the door. “Shut up, Z-Mal. You take longer than me. And, I'm jet-lagged.” I said, rolling my eyes as I traipsed back to my room.

I pulled out a pair of black shorts. Then I threw on a black bandeau and a loose, sheer, dark blue button up. I threw on my shoes and walked out with my purse.

“Okay, I'm ready.” I announced.

Harry looked up at me with a mouthful of cereal. “Finally!” He said between bites.

“Hey, young man, don't talk with your mouth full.” I playfully scolded, tapping his nose and sitting between he and Zayn.

Then I noticed it. “Guys. Where is Joel?” I asked hesitantly, looking around.

All of them turned to me with grim looks on their faces. “What's going on guys?” I demanded.

Zayn took my hands and looked me in the eyes. “Mal, he left this for you. Please, don't freak out okay?” He warned as he slowly took a letter out of his back pocket.

I opened my mouth to speak but couldn't find words. I simply nodded instead.

On the back, in his neat handwriting, Joel had written: To my Angel

I gasped a little and furiously swiped at my eyes, tears threatening to spill over.

I looked up at Zayn. “Please, Zayn, tell me this isn't what I think it is.” I pleaded.

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