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9 - plot twist with advils

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"What the fuck!" I jerked up from my bed when I felt a cold substance was being poured on my already freezing body.

Right after I sat up straight, I heard loud laughs coming around me, making me open my eyes wide.

I let out a throaty obnoxious groan when I saw two tall boys standing beside my bed, the other one holding a bucket with him.

They were holding eachother's arm, laughing as they clutched their stomach, as if they were seeing the funniest thing ever.

"Fucking shit, you think it's funny?" I spat angrily at them, as I felt my clothes and shorts dripping with cold water.

"You don't think so?" Ashton mocked, making the red head laugh beside him. I grumpily removed the blanket off my wet self, as I began to get off my bed.

"Now I'm going to catch a cold." I mumbled, clenching my fists together as I stepped on the cold wooded hotel floor.

Michael snickered at this, with a winning smirk playing on his face. I glared one last time at them, before I stumbled my way to the bathroom.

I could feel eyes behind my back as I walk, probably my shirt being see through from the wetness, but I couldn't care less.

My body was literally shaking because of the coldness, since the bucket earlier was filled with damn ice cubes as well.

I quickly got inside the bathroom, and took some clothes from my dresser. I didn't even bother to pick my clothes, just grabbed whatever came the very top, which ended up being; an oversized sweater and some random shorts.

I discarded the wet clothes from my shivering body, quicky slipping on the warm fuzzy sweater, along with the warm shorts.

After placing my wet clothes at the laundry basket, I finally made my way out of the bathroom.

I was assuming they were out of my room, probably going to tweet their epic win prank on me, but I guess I was wrong, since I heard their voices coming out of the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes at this, before I strode my way to the kitchen. Like I expected, they were sitting across each other, both were on their phones.

I clenched my fists at this. How were they acting so damn usual after they ruined my whole entire morning?

"What the fuck are you still doing here? Leave!" I snapped, as I walked inside the kitchen, startling both of them.

"Woah, woman, calm the fuck down." Michael replied, as smirked at me. Ashton looked at me, before he rolled his eyes.

"Your friends are going for errands. Calum and Luke were following them because they want to revenge." Ashton stated casually, as he brought back his phone to his view.

"Revenge? What revenge?" I cried out, looking at them expectantly, really not knowing what are they talking about.

"Last night? You pulled a fucking prank." Michael spoke, as he looked at me as if I was crazy for not knowing this.

I was about reply that I didn't join pranking them, but then a massive headache attacked me suddenly, making me cringe at how much pain it actually gave me.

I held on the counter, as I looked down on my foot. This was probably because their prank earlier, and I knew I was going to catch a cold really soon. I groaned slightly and brought my palm on my forehead.

"Fuck you guys." I spat, as I turned around and left the kitchen. I made my way to Zoe's bed, because mine was wet.

I sighed and crawled on the comfy bed, before carefully laying on on the soft material. I pulled the comforter on me, and closed my eyes.

I didn't care anymore if Michael and Ashton were in my room. What I really cared now was getting enough rest for the upcoming jingle balls and the tour. I was very near to sleep, but then a voice interrupted me rudely.

"Hey." It spoke loudly, making my head throbbed even more. I winced in pain, as I covered my ear in reflex.

"Don't fucking yell." I whispered lowly, as my fingers made its way to my temples and massaged it.

"I barely spoke properly." He said again, a bit calmer this time. I furrowed my eyebrows together, still having my eyes closed. "Uh, I brought you advils." He said.

I sighed and opened my eyes the slightest, just to see Michael with an advil and a glass of water. I squinted my eyes from so much light, and my head was aching again.

"Wait." He mumbled, as he placed the water and advil on the night stand. Michael quickly made his way across the room, before he closed the curtains, making the room filled with faint light.

After that, he made his way back beside my bed, bending down a bit so he was on my eye level.

"Um, I'm sorry for that, it was a dick move." Michael admitted, as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

I closed my eyes again, before humming exasperatedly at him. I heard the boy shuffled a bit, before he let out a sigh.

"Okay then, don't forget to take the advils." He reminded me one last time, before I heard his footsteps slowly making a move.

I let out a small breath when I heard the footsteps were no longer audible. I opened my eyes again, looking around the room, and I think they were no longer here.

My eyes then landed on the advil beside me, making me sigh in relief. My hand reached out for the pill, before chugging it inside my mouth with a glas of water.

Once I finished the glass, I layed back on on the mattress. I closed my eyes again, sighing heavily afterwards.

"I hate you Michael Clifford." I mumbled to myself one last time, before I felt myself drifting to sleep.

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