*Two Days Later*
I woke up in a very uncomfortable position, surrounded by all my probably hungover friends. This is what happens when five people try to sleep on a couch. Ashton had his head on my shoulder meanwhile Michael was sprawled out over mine and Ashton's laps. Calum had his legs secured to the arm of the sofa as the rest of his body lightly dangled over the floor. Luke was sat with his back to me with his knees tightly hugged to his chest, his mouth agape as he slept.
Ashton and I decided not to drink last night, so we could watch the boys so they wouldn't do anything they'd regret. I started to fall asleep once again until I heard Ashton's voice. "Hey Kitty." "Morning" I whispered, my eyes fluttering open."I think he's comfortable" he cleared his throat quietly, motioning down to Michael, who's head was resting on his leg. "I think so too."
A few minutes later, we made the bold move to attempt to get up. Michael wasn't very fun to deal with when he's hungover or if he's woken up. Ashton slowly got up, carefully moving Mike's head from his lap to the couch, before helping me get his legs off of mine. I stood up, finally stretching my legs. Ashton motioned for me to follow him as he pressed a finger to his lips signaling me to be quiet.
I followed him out to the back porch. "What's up?" I asked, walking over to the edge of the balcony, standing next to him. "Just look" he said, pointing up at the sky. It was filled with fluffy, cotton like clouds while the sky was all different shades of pink, purple, and orange. "Damn" I gasped. He chuckled at how intrigued I was. "What time is it?" I asked, glancing over at him for a second before looking back up at the sunrise. "6:54" he answered, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. "I usually get up now" I thought aloud, realizing what I've been missing out on.
We stood out on the porch talking as we glanced up at the sunrise that was slowly fading. He wrapped his arm around my wait and held me close. "Hey guys" Calum groaned, his voice weak. "Morning" we said in unison, turning to face him.
He looked a mess, yet he pulled it off. His hair was messy, sticking up in all directions, his eyes were tired and red, and his shirt seemed to be on backwards.
"You alright there Cal?" I asked. "Mhm" he hummed, hobbling over to us and standing against the railing. He started to say something before his phone rang. He quickly took it out of his pocket with a smile on his face. His mood changed quickly.
"Must be Amy" Ash whispered. I nodded as I heard the Face-Time connect.
"Hey baby" he said holding out the 'y'. "You're hungover, aren't you. Look at your hair!" Amy laughed. "Only a little bit" he joked. "Of course you are. How are you?" she asked, you could hear it in her voice how much she missed him. "Good. You? How's America?" he questioned, his tone was light and happy as he talked.
She went on to explain how she loved America but she misses him and how she's excited to see him soon. When she had to go, Ashton and I exchanged sad glances, knowing Calum misses her so much. "I'll see you soon baby. I love you" he said, a smile forming on his face. "I'll see you soon. I love you more." And they hung up. "She'll be home in three days" Ash smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Yep" he smiled.
A few hours later once we got all the boys mostly recovered we decided on ordering a pizza. "Kat can you call it in?" Luke asks, not looking up from his "intense" FIFA match with Calum. "Okay" I said quietly, pulling my phone from my pocket.
I was awful at ordering, I always stuttered, or slurred my words together. I walked into the kitchen, and leaned against the counter.
It's just a person. Don't stutter. Just talk normally.
