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N I N E T Y - F I V E

"Reagan! Reagan!"

There was a flurry of noises around her, but all she could feel was the pounding headache that was overtaking what felt like her entire body. The night before had been one for the books, that was for sure. She didn't remember how much she had drunk, but she was pretty sure it was far more than she ever had. To be honest, the last few months had been rather trying, and considering she had made it this far without getting drunk, had to be an accomplishment. At least, that was what she thought as she kept trying to reason why she had let herself get this wasted the night before what was surely going to be one of the busiest days of the year, thanks to Louis.

"Wake up, Reagan!"

She looked through squinted eyes at Niall, pulling at her arm and attempting to get her up off of the couch. He grunted, his own body heavy from his hangover. But considering this was nothing new to him, he looked rather good for having drunk an entire bottle of Jameson by himself. Drinking ran in his blood, but unfortunately that wasn't the case for Reagan.

"What is it?" She said, her voice strained from the sheer dryness of her throat.

"Lydia! She's here!" He said in a forced whisper, "We need to hide you upstairs."

"Oh, god." She said, already wanting to throw up. She forgot all the reasons she was making up for herself to explain letting her guard down and immediately regretted letting the boys get her drunk last night the moment she sat up from the now sticky couch. This was a bad call on her part, no denying it. She looked around her to see empty bottles, chip bags, and glasses everywhere. Harry's home now looked like a frat house, but then, it was better than not looking lived in.

"Come on!"

She almost fell off the couch in her hurry, but managed to make it up the stairs with Niall's help. She went into the master bedroom and tried to lock herself in the bathroom, but couldn't figure out how to work the stupid door handle. Of course her hangover had to impair her to that extent. She finally just gave up on locking the door. There was no way Lydia would hear her anyway.

What was she doing with her life though? How did she get to this point? This was never in any of her meticulous plans. How could one boy....or rather one boy band...turn her life upside down?

She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and jumped. It took her a few seconds to get a hold of herself and actually take it out, but of course it was Lydia. Reagan quickly cleared her throat, prayed to God she wouldn't get caught in the crossfire, and pressed answer, "Hello?"

"Reagan? We have a 911." Lydia's voice sounded urgent, pressed. Lately it seemed that was the only tone she had around the boys.

"What?"

"Oh god, I know it's about six AM, but I need you to head to the office right now. The boys did something reckless, once again. I'm heading to Harry's to wring their necks as we speak."

"What did they do?" Reagan asked, playing stupid.

"They released a single, without getting it approved by anyone."

"How is that even possible."

"Where there's a hard headed idiot with a vendetta and millions, there's a way." She said spitefully. "I'll see you in the office, if I don't get arrested first."

Reagan shook her head, those boys were certainly out to give every single person on their team a heart attack. Starting of course with her.

She sat on the edge of the bathtub and tried to will her hangover away, but it just wasn't happening. All she wanted was to go back to sleep. And god knows sleep was not going to be given for the next few days, thanks to the boys.