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Take 8 - Nobody Compares - Part 1

A/N: Please comment as you read. It'll mean the world to me.

The first part of the day was a blur to me. I was still exhausted. Not just physically, but also mentally. My sleep had been so restless that after I’d fallen off the bed for the umpteenth time, I decided to just get ready for the day. My body was sore, and I praised myself lucky that I didn’t bruise easily.

However, getting up before the sun wasn’t the wisest decision I’d made in my life. Granted, at my current situation, one could argue if I’d ever made a wise choice, but sleep deprived me, just didn’t care.

Being an early bird was not in my nature, and it was only made worse by how tired and confused I was inside. Further proving my point, I almost used the hotel’s expensive hand soap as toothpaste. I snapped out of it just in time, though. Somehow, I believed the name ‘Honey Milk’ to be just a tad misleading.

I bumped into things, complaining loudly when I stubbed my toe on a table-leg. My outburst woke up poor Marcus, who sprung to attention without thinking.

“Are you okay?”

“No.” I pouted. “Life sucks, and my toe hurts.”

He gave me a long look over. His stare made me squirm slightly—it wasn’t every day I got an elevator look from a guy in a pink silk pajamas.

“You need coffee,” he said.

“God no.” I made a gagging sound. “Never again.”

“I don’t care what your taste buds think right now.” He walked to the in-suite kitchen and started to brew some coffee for me.

“You’re mean.” I rubbed my eyes.

He glanced back at me. “And you look terrible. Didn’t you sleep?”

“I did,” I said as I took a seat at the table. “But I kept falling off the bed. I must have kissed the floor at least ten times last night.”

“That explains a lot.” He poured some of the disgusting brown liquid for me. Placing it in front of me, he said, “Drink up.”

Despite its bitter taste, the coffee smelled quite good. I leaned down to take a sniff, enjoying the steam on my face. “It’s already working,” I said. “I feel more awake now.”

Marcus crossed his arms. “Drink it.”

“Do I really have to?” I whined.

“Yes.”

He wasn’t budging, and I saw no other way out. Taking a deep breath, I stared at the cup, hoping it’d vaporize into thin air, but no such luck. Finally, I took a swig, cringing visibly at the taste.

“Yuck,” I said.

“Trust me,” he said. “It’ll help. I’ll make breakfast.”

And he was right. After I forced the rest of the horrible liquid down, I was feeling better.

“Look at you,” Marcus said as he placed a full plate with breakfast in front of me. “You almost resemble a human again.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, but nevertheless, enjoyed my scrambled eggs.

Later, when I walked into the studio, I was ready to tackle anything the world threw at me, and even though, Harry hadn’t called or texted me after last night, I was sure there were a reasonable explanation.

Maybe I hadn’t given him the correct digits. Or, maybe he had been just as exhausted as me—or even as confused. Maybe something had kept him busy—he was a world star after all.