Morgan woke to several sounds of beeping. Her eyes felt heavy as she struggled to get them open. The sunlight streaming through her blinds into her large room and through her eye lids.
Slowly she lifted herself up and rubbed her eyes. She groaned as the constant beeping never ended.
Morgan through her soft, white double duvet off of her, swung her legs off her double bed and stepped up. Scratching her long blonde hair she got her brush and in one swift move her hair was in a perfect bun. Oh how she loved her hair.
Quickly she grabbed her phone off of her bedside table and unplugged it from charge.
10:33 the time reads.
Morgan's eye widen. What about the horses? They haven't been fed, or turned in from their paddock, or mucked out!
Morgan sprints out of her room and downstairs to the lounge as fast as she can.
Scanning the room for her dad, she finally notices him coming in from the kitchen.
"Father!" Morgan says in her best fake posh accent and makes her dad jump. "Why the hell didn't you wake me up?" she finishes in her normal tone of voice.
"Erm, b-because you needed a rest, you haven't had a proper lie-in since like forever, and besides you need it. " Her dad smiles sympathetically. "Plus Ethan has already done it, he asked of you wanted to go on a hack later as well."
Morgan smiled, she did truly love her younger brother. He would do anything for her, and she did appreciate that a lot.
"I'll go thank him now, where is he then?" Morgan asks.
"He's playing football." Her dad indicates out to the garden.
Walking through the lounge, kitchen, then the lobby into the garden Morgan goes with Sherman trotting beside her.
When outside the cold air hits her like a thousand knives stabbing her bare skin- well after all, she still has her pajamas on (with her riding boots).
She sees her brother miss a goal so she doesn't think twice to run in score the open goal.
Striking she runs up the her brother sticking out her tongue in a way of saying 'in your face.' after all in her eyes they are still children.
"Oh hey sis! I mucked out Pumpkin and Elijah, and feed them, I was think we could-" Ethan begins as his sees his older sister.
"Yes I would love to." Morgan replies as she knows he's going to say 'hack'.
A puzzled look crosses Ethan's face, his eyebrows knitted together and his hazel eyes narrowed. "How did you know I was going to ask that?"
"I can read your mind." Morgan sarcastically says. "No dad told me, and yeah let me go get dressed and we'll tack them up." Morgan turns round to head inside but Ethan shouts out.
"Oh did you get my little spam on instagram this morning?" He calls out.
So it was Ethan's fault that her phone was going off look crazy Morgan fault as she nodded whilst walking away.
But little did Morgan know it wasn't only Ethan's fault her phone was bleeping.
***
Although Morgan's fingers were cold and weak she still spent the time taking up Elijah for her brother because she knew that he would somehow mess it up.
Usually Morgan would take Elijah on a hack as Pumpkin was normally was a pain in the ass- that would be ironic if he was a donkey.
Morgan was the only one Pumpkin let ride it even of he was being a little git but Morgan always manned up and rode him. She loved it really.
Finally Morgan had finished tacking up Elijah; took him outside and got her brother on.
After that she got Pumpkin and they began their hack.
Morgan felt the cool breeze hit her face as they began to gallop in the stubble fields.
Shortly after going fall pelt and the horses legs were probably aching by now they turned around and headed down the narrow, forest road towards their house.
"Oh! That's what I was going to tell you!" Ethan broke the silence as he remembered something.
Morgan stopped looking around at the beauty of the forest, the tall trees, the bark scrapped, the frosty grass and the few birds singing in the background.
"What did you remember?" Morgan asked.
"Those pictures you posted last night on insta, I don't know if you've seen yet but you might wanna check them... like now!" Ethan grins.
Cautiously Morgan unzips her coat pocket and takes out her phone. While her instagram is loading she looks at her who is still grinning at her like a made man.
"We might want to stop here incase Pumpkin bolts and I drop my phone and I will never be able to see!" Morgan raises an eyebrow.
So they turn the horses under a tree and Morgan noticed her instagram had loaded so she taps her notifications.
Surprising she sees over 1k likes on each of the three pictures she posted last night.
Firstly she clicks on the picture of her Elijah and Pumpkin: 1,083 likes, 73 comments. The usual people commenting things like 'lovely picture!' 'you're so pretty' 'your horses are amazing' 'like my last pic please' and so on.
So she see the next picture of her and Calum Chambers: 1,234 likes, that is a lot more than usual! Morgan thinks, plus over 50 comments, for example 'you're so lucky!' and people tagging him- even though she had already done that.
But her eyes widen as she see she picture of her and Aaron Ramsey. 1,267 likes, and over 100 comments! Several people tagging him and the few comments but there were a few comments Morgan saw that caught her eye- 'Omg he liked and commented!'
Quickly her fingers scurried across her phone and scrolled up to see what he comment.
Finally she found it. Her eyes read the comment over and over.
Her heart skipped a beat, her stomach filled up with butterflies- but the good kind, and her head felt dizzy- not a good sign considering she was already on a skittish horse! And if she did pass out, trouble was sure to happen.
The comment read, 'it was great to meet you too! Hope you had a great birthday! Xx'
Morgan new it was just a comment and to some people it wasn't even that big of a deal but to Morgan it meant everything to her because he was one of the things that meant everything to her.
Shakily Morgan went onto her instagram home page and realised someone had sent her a direct message.
So she open it to see a black screen.. It's probably just someone asking her to like some of their pictures but instead she sees not a random account of someone asking her to like some pictures but instead her hero that she met yesterday saying 'hey.'
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