I woke in the morning with a pounding headache. My cellphone was ringing somewhere nearby. I stretched out my hand to get it, but I couldn't reach. I stretched a little further and managed to knock it onto the bed so I could answer it.
"Hello?" I yawned.
"Amber! Where the hell are you? We're supposed to be practicing," an angry male voice shouted. I winced away from the sound and tried to get up, but Liam was near enough laying on top of me. He was pinning me on my stomach, his arm and leg thrown over me, and he was using my back as a pillow. It was actually surprisingly comfortable.
"Justin?" I croaked, looking at my alarm clock, but the numbers were all blurry, I couldn't make it out. I squeezed my eyes shut then opened them to see that the time was now 8:42 a.m.
Shit!
"Yeah. Who the hell else do you think it's going be? You were supposed to be here at eight thirty, Amber. Are you coming or what?" he asked, clearly annoyed.
