Chapter TWELVE

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Dear diary,

The next morning I woke up with a huge headache. It was horrible, almost like being beat up with a sandbag, on the head.. twice.

I decided that I should probably spend the day in bed, like most days, but today I actually had a reason to. As I tried closing my eyes again, hoping to come back to where I left off in my dream, the buzzing noise from my phone interrupted my actions.

New message it read.

Nobody ever texts me so that was a bit strange. I sat up on my bed never taking the eyes off my phone. Although my they were still glazed and my head still a little bit out of it I decided to read what it said.

"Hey Jade, sorry about yesterday, but you weren't so innocent either, so I can't take the blame alone. Anyway, I wanna make it up to you, come to my place at 2pm, ok?"

As my eyes widened at the nonsense of a text, my mind began retracing steps back to yesterday's night. Getting ready, alcohol,  party, alcohol, Molly, dancing, alcohol, truth or dare, being sick, car ride, diner and that's it. I still can't remember anything after the diner! Ugh! What was the text about? Who is it that wants to make it up to me? And why?

I light up the screen again to look at the sender's name, but everything gets even more unexplainable as my eyes read Louis Tomlinson.

What the aCTUAL FU--

A/N: sorry for such a short chapter, but I'm on vacation right now so I forget to update anyways, hope you enjoy!

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