No answer, i crack the door and peer in. The only thing in the pairs room was the gigantic pile of clothes sprawled across the beds. Apart from that, i realised that Gustav and Georg weren't home.
Starting to doubt my theory of what could have happened last night, i just send gustav a quick message, you know, to be sure.
To be honest- i would say out of the whole band i'm the most practical. Everyone says it's ironic, because although Gustav always makes fun of me for being a 'pussy' i always manage to get into the most shit with the media. Well only last year there was a huge rumour that i was pregnant- bs obviously
I head back to my own room- to be honest it's a mess too, but still i manage to keep it cleaner than tom and bills room. There only excuse is that 'we're boys, we're more likely to be messy'
I pull on a tank top and shorts, Spains my favourite place we've been to so far, and by miles the hottest.
For the second time this morning, i head downstairs. Walking through the corridor joining the living room, bathroom and kitchen, i see Tom perched upon the counter, looking at his phone. he was only wearing shorts.. one problem i always seem to have with Tom- he never wears t-shirts around the house. disgusting.
I swing my head round the door frame and smile in at him, "morning!" i say, he looks up from that phone instantly, returning my smile he chuckles "i'm surprised your up early.. do you even remember last night?"