Please don’t forget me.
Meaghan woke up the next morning to see Leah sitting up in her own bed, wide awake.
“Good morning.” Meaghan yawned and stretched. “You’re up early.”
“Can we go over now?” Leah asked like a small child on Christmas morning.
Meaghan mumbled her assent before flopping back on her bed. “I’m just staying home today. I’ll drop you off and have Niall return you when you want to come back, okay?”
Leah got up and carefully felt her way toward Meaghan’s bed. Meaghan reached out and grabbed her hand.
“I’ll stay with you,” Leah insisted, her eyebrows furrowing.
“It’s only a headache,” Meaghan said. “I probably just drank too much last night.”
“Liar,” Leah snapped. “You only had a few sips of wine last night.” Then, she quickly added, “Niall told me.”
“Did he now?” Meaghan snorted. “I don’t see how he could’ve been keeping track of my drinks while staring at you.”
Leah smiled but quickly frowned again. “Why don’t you feel well? What’s wrong?”
“It was a late night. That’s all, really.” Meaghan stood up and pulled Leah into the bathroom with her. “Let’s get dressed and go over, alright?”
Meaghan got dressed and started picking out Leah’s clothes as Leah finished up her shower.
“Pick out something cute,” Leah called from the bathroom where she was brushing her hair.
“Nope, I’m picking out the most hideous clothes I can find,” Meaghan said sarcastically, rifling through Leah’s closet.
“I don’t want your clothes, thanks,” she retorted immediately.
Meaghan muttered “Ungrateful” under her breath before tossing a sundress and cardigan onto Leah’s bed. She changed into jeans and a fitted t-shirt. “Do you need help with your hair?”
Leah’s hair had been blown dry and steam fogged up the mirror. Silent tears streamed down her face.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” Meaghan whispered as she wrapped her arms around Leah.
“You’re going home today, aren’t you?” Leah sniffled. “You’re leaving tonight.”
Meaghan blinked back tears as realization hit her. Leah had been keeping track. She hugged Leah tighter.
“Promise me something, Meg. Promise me that you’ll tell me when you’re leaving. Wake me up, call me, whatever you have to do.”
Meaghan kissed the top of Leah’s head and began French braiding her hair. “I promise.”
Meanwhile, next door, all hell had broken loose.
Danielle had just finished touring with JLS and was back in town, so she decided to surprise Liam. Harry and Zayn had gotten into a fight about bathroom privileges, which resulted in Harry stealing and hiding Zayn’s hair products. Zayn was not a happy camper.
