Phoebe stirred as she shook her head gently opening her eyes, she was dazzled by the rays of from the morning sunlight coming from the opened curtain which was right in front of the bed she laid on.
The quilt of the bed was right on her, she laid on her back staring at the ceiling, she began to feel a terrible hangover as she reached for her forehead, with a groan coming from her.
She sat up with her hands still in her hair, she growled and after a certain while, she was able to maintain the headache.
She heaved a deep breath recognizing her environment, she removed the quilt from her laps placing her feet on the ground, she looked in the mirror revealing she was wearing a black t-shirt, a big one which assured her it was Zayn's own.
It reached to her thigh, Phoebe placed her other foot on the floor trying her best to recover her environment and just then she perceive the smell of something.
Someone was cooking.
