Snoring, Drooling and Niall Horan

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Waking up was a whole new story. Somehow, the boys, and SCO, managed to sneak into Niall's room last night. Now seeing that Niall has a weird obsession with large beds, everyone fit on it.



But although we fit, it was far from comfortable.



I was cuddled into Niall's chest, with his arm wrapped securely around me. Louis was on the other side of me, his head lying on my stomach. Then there was Zayn, being the bed hog he is, sprawled out taking up every inch of open space. Leaving Harry at the foot of the bed with Niall's feet in his face. Last, SCO and Liam were crammed between Louis and my legs, and Niall and Harry's legs.



I'm surprised the bed didn't fall through the floor and into the kitchen.



I let a yawn escape my mouth before crawling around the sleeping boys. And it didn't work well because Louis grabbed my ankle at the last second, making me tumble to the floor.



But did that wake anyone?



Nope. They all slept through me falling onto the hardwood and screaming in the process.



"Yeah, don't worry guys. I'm not bleeding or anything." I muttered, holding a hand to the cut on my forehead.



I waited for an answer, but still, everyone slept.



"Dicks." I mumbled, escaping the room full of snoring and drool.



"Hey Scarlett." Paul greeted with a smile as he walked through the front door. "You're up early."



"Hi Pauly, and yeah, it's hard to sleep through Simon's snoring." I laughed, plopping down at the bar in the kitchen. "Why are you here?"



"Came to grab some of the guy's bags to ship to America early." He replied, taking a seat next to me. I nodded in response, not knowing what to say. "Did you pack yet?"


"I'm not going, Paul. They won't let me out of the ward." I yawned, not even caring anymore. What's the use?


"Ahh." He nodded. "Well, when I went there this morning they seemed more than happy to discharge you."



"You're not funny." I grunted, pouring myself some orange juice.



He chuckled, raising his hands in defense, "I'm not joking, love. Your stuff if in the trunk of my car."



Cue spit take.



"What?!" I exclaimed to a very wet bodyguard.



"You heard me the first time. Now get me a towel."

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