Saving A Fallen Star (Book 1 in Saved series)

Harry's P.O.V.

It was bright that August morning too bright for my sleep-muddeled eyes to take. "I hate you so damn much right now sun...." I muttered pulling the covers over my head.

"Smack talking the sun again Harry? Really dude yo-" His sentence was interupted by a yawn.

"You need to work on that." Zayn finished, before cussing at the sun as well.

"Hypocrite." I mumbled into my pillow. Ugh...now it's too hot under here. I peeked my head out of the covers and quickly pulled it back in. Nope! Not doing that! Waaaaaay to bright out there. Nevermind the heat, it's perfect in here, dark, toasty, and comfortable.

"Zayn.....WHY did we leave the curtains open again?" I moaned.

He yawned and then said, "The alarm clock was too loud, and we don't want Paul or one of his "slaves" to come in and wake us. They're HEARTLESS!!"

"Oh yeah.....That's right......still we need a new method for tonight. This one's to bright." Zayn shifted but didn't say anything besides 'mhm whiner'. Man.....sometimes I really hate morning's, he's just too god-damn sarcastic.

I didn't like the fetus position I was in....time to go back to the best sleepin' postion. While adjusting, I miscalculated the size of the bed and felt myself slipping. I desperately tried to grab something but failed dramaticaly. I fell with a unsatisfying "thump".

"OW! Damn it!! It's definietly Monday, today." I said, while rubbing my bruised shoulder and head.

Zayn moaned and said with heaps of sarcasam, "Harry! I *freaking* (fyi: he DID NOT say freaking) LOVE you right now." He then shoved his head under his pillow and muttered curses under his breath (I assume the subject of honor was me).

I glared at his sleeping form and said, with much sarcasam as well, "You are soooo welcome Zayny (Zayn-knee). I'm just thrilled you liked my wake up gift."

We then heard a knock and knew that Louis, Paul, or one of his "slaves", as Zayn calls them, had come to do their wake up visit. I moaned and let myself fall back unto the floor. As the person knocked they said,

"Oi! Hazza, Zayn! Wake up!"

Drats......it's Louis. He is the most effective BUT also the cruelest. As I was about to say, 'Louis go find Eleanor and leave us alone' Zayn said,

"Go away and don't come back until noon."

'Big mistake Zayn' I thought to myself. 'REALLY big mistake' cuz we all know that this phrase translates to ‘Come on in and wake me up right now!' Well...That's what it translates to in their perception. As he came in, and saw me in a tangled mess on the floor and Zayn headless, he stifled a laugh.

"Harry, man, you fell out of bed again. Didn't you?" he said, giggles escaping his annoying face every now and then. That guy needs to work on hiding his emotions...Okay that's really ironic for me to say because I'm not much better. Anyway I gave him the 'NO!!! Really???' look and groaned,

"No shnap Sherlock that was a stupid question. Obviously." and began untangle myself from the sheets, ignoring his no stopping laughter. After a few minutes I couldn't it take it anymore I screamed, "Lou! Shut up!!" Then I threw my pillow at him. He caught with ease and threw it at Zayn saying,

“Come on Sleeping Beauty! Wake up!"

"NO!!" He screamed, "I need my sleep...I don't...*yawn* get enough."

"Not my problem. Now come on Zayn!! GET. OUT. OF. BED!!"

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He hollered and buried his head deeper into the pillow. Louis then grabbed the covers and threw them off of Zayn. Without hesitation Zayn pulled the sheets tighter around him, until he looked something like an Egyptian mummy.

The whole shenanigan was super funny and I was laughing my head off. The two of them kept firing insults at each other and I watched them for a little bit longer before I really needed to go. I rolled my eyes and hurried over to the bathroom. After I finished my business, I quickly washed my hands and splashed my face with cold water to completely wake up. As I dried my freezing face, I got a disturbingly bad feeling. Not the 'AHH!! There was a test today?!?! I'm sooooo going to fail this.' or the 'I'm going to be sick.' The bad I was feeling was the gut-wrenching, look behind your shoulder every 10 seconds bad. "Something bad is going to happen today" I mumble as I walk out of the bathroom. "I can feel it."

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