in the A.M.

My phone buzzed loudly next to my pillow and I picked it up without looking at the name.
"Who's calling me at this ungodly hour?" I breathed into the phone angrily as I read the bright red numbers on my alarm clock, which read 2:56 A.M.
"Ah, I knew you'd be awake. You told me you're never sleeping before three." A familiar voice rasped from the other side of the phone.
"Harry?" I said, waking up a bit. "Well, it's almost three now. Is Niall with you?" I asked, concern showing in my voice.
"Is that why you're still awake? You're thinking about him, aren't you?" He answered, pain and anger making his voice waver.