Exit Wounds | The Script

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*Willows POV*

I wake up to my phone ringing extremely loudly and echoing through the silence of the house.

"ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN ANYTHING COULD HAPPENNNN" Ellie Goulding blasts out and the phone is flashing in time with the music. I haven't changed my ringtone from last year.

For fucks sake. Staawwwp phone pleaseeeee.

But it doesn't listen

I loosely grab my phone in my fist and chuck it across the room to hear a faint cracking noise, but the music carries on, oblivious to my inner pleading for it to shut the hell up.

Shit.

I think the screen just cracked.

I blearily open one eye to look at Charlie's clock on the wall to check out the time. It's 4.20am. Great.

"Willow, is that yours?" Charlie says sleepily from her bed and I shove my phone under my pillow to try and muffle the sounds but failing miserably.

"Yeah, oh my god it won't shut up," I say with sleepy annoyance. Just bear in mind that I'm literally asleep at this time.

"Just answer the damn thing," is the answer I get back in return and I can't help but giggle at her because she's shoved her head under her pillow and is waving her arms at me and it looks like she has no head, not even joking.

I flip the covers back and shiver at the cold whoosh of air which wrapped itself around my body. Groaning loudly, I sleepwalk to where I dropped it and pick it up wincing at my sore back. I look at the phone screen squinting my eyes at the immediate brightness. It's Glen. And the screen is cracked in one corner. Whoops.

"Do I have to..." I moan and try and wrap the phone in duvet, attempting to smother the sounds.

"Yes. Who is it?" Charlie opens one hazel brown eye and looks at me curiously even though she's still half asleep.

"Glen."

"Glen.. You mean Script Glen?" She says excitedly, sitting up mega quickly in bed and banging her head on the wall.

"Owww," she rubs her head making me laugh again and I pick my way though the darkness and go and sit next to her. I show her the homescreen of Glens flashing face.

"Yep. It's Script Glen," I say to her solemnly.

"Answer it then!" She says her eyes wide and with a grin plastered over her face.

".... THAT WAS THE YEAR I KNEW THE PANIC WAS OVER.." Ellie blasts it out and my phone feels like it's about to explode.

"For gods sake Will. Answer it before the phone explodes!" Charlie says jokily with excitement, but I just sit there helplessly unable to answer it.

I don't want to talk to him. She grabs the phone out of my hand and presses the accept button.

"No! Char no!" I try to grab the phone out of her hand but she pushes me onto the bed laughing into the mouthpiece.

"Shhhh," she says to me with a wink and talks into the mouthpiece.

"Hey Glen it's Charlie here,"

"Hey Charlie," I hear Glens lilting Irish voice greet her with a smile. Even though I can't see him, I know for a fact that he's probably smiling that cute smile of his, because I can hear it through his voice.

"Um is Willow there?" I hear him ask and I squeal making shaking head arm gestures at her and crossing my arms to make her tell him I'm not here.

"No," I mouth widely trying to get the point across and Charlie nods.