Liam's POV
I wake up to Niall pushing down on my chest heavily. While I'm trying to get him off, I notice the time. "Niall get off me!" I shove him on to the mattress before pounding down the stairs. Harry is leaning over the stove making eggs while Louis grabs the toast the second it pops out.
I peer into the living room, where 3 sleeping boys lay. Lottie's on the couch, still in her pajamas unlike Luke who is in one of Michael's flannels. I plop myself down next to her, but she hardly notices because she is listening to Luke while poking at her food. She has hardly eaten any of it, which is strange because she hardly ate anything yesterday.
Suddenly, there's this warm space around my hand. I look down to see Lottie's slim dainty fingers intertwined with mine. When I glance up she got this smirk, mixed with the glowing blush filling her cheeks. "Lottie! Are you done eating?" Louis's voice echoes through the kitchen and living room. "Yeah. I'll go get ready." My hand is almost freezing from the absence of her heat. Not only that but she left her plate full... Where is she going?
I start walking towards the kitchen, before stopping midstep. Harry and Lou are trying to whisper but suck at it obviously. "Are you coming to the doctors with us?" Doctors? Why would Lottie need to go to the doctors? "Sure! She starts the 13th right?" Louis doesn't answer so assume he nodded. Harry skips up to his room, probably getting ready himself. Louis gets an evil smirk and chases after him, hardly noticing me.
The second I step into the kitchen, I race to the calendar. There it is in bold red letters. April, 13th. Charlotte starts school! ;-)
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