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The first thing he notices is the huge black spot in his memory where last night was supposed to be.
How could he not find it peculiar how he couldn't remember a single thing after having woken up with a terrible headache?
Michael reaches for his phone on the nightstand, surprised to see it was actually there. He squints at the bright light it gives off once he unlocks it, blaming it on the lots of drinks he's sure he's had last night, and looks at the time.
11:47, at least it's not a week day.
Michael can't bring himself to get up, so he sinks back into the pillows, falling asleep again.
It wasn't until Calum barged into his room, the sound of the door slamming into his wall making the loudest noise possible, that he wakes up again.
Michael shoots upright, putting a hand to his chest in surprise.
"Thank god, you're awake. Where the fuck were you last night, man?" Calum says a little too loud.
"Only because you woke me up." Michael lets out a sigh, seeing there was nothing wrong, and lets himself fall back down on his bed.
"Seriously, where were you?" Calum walked over to the window and opened the curtains.
Fucking hell, that's bright. Michael quickly pulls the covers over his head.
"Are you hungover?" he hears Calum's voice, muffled by the blankets.
"I dunno, probably."
"So you don't remember last night?" Michael can almost hear the smirk in Calum's voice.
Michael shakes his head, and then remembers he was still under the covers and that it must've looked pretty silly, so he quickly added "No."
A silence fell over the room.
"Well, at least you're back home." Calum sighs. "We didn't know you were gone until you stumbled in through the back door. We were worried about you."
"Awww, were you now?" Michael smiles.
"Shut up." Calum laughs and starts walking back to the hallway.
"Ashton's gone out for a run, Luke and I are downstairs if you need anything."
"Well duh, where else would you be." Michael rolls his eyes, aware that Calum can't see him.
Michael could hear Calum laughing even after he had left the room and closed the door, making him smile too. He emerges from his little cocoon of blankets to grab his phone.
13:04, might as well make an effort to get up now that he's fully awake.
He throws off the covers and stands up. It was now that Michael remembers the headache, only it felt much, much worse.
Like someone was repeatedly swinging a hammer at the inside of his skull, trying to break his bones. It made him feel a bit dizzy.
Michael shakes the thought, effectively making the headache worse, and curses at himself for his stupidity. He slouches towards the big window, and closes the curtains again.
Much better.
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A hot shower and three aspirins later, Michael lets himself fall back onto his bed. He hadn't even bothered to get under the covers again, but he felt himself slip back into dreamland when he hears loud footsteps making their way up the staircase.
A soft knock on his door and Calum's voice followed:
"Mikey, you awake?"
"Yeah." He replies.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure."
The door swings open. Thankfully not as violent as it had an hour ago.
"You okay?" Calum walks over and stands next to Michael's bed.
Michael groans in response.
"Probably just hungover. I'm sure I'll be able to go to work tomorrow."
A dimpled smile appears on Calum's face.
"That's good. Do you want anything to eat?"
"Nah, 'm not hungry."
"Sure?"
"Sure."
"Just checking." Calum shrugged. "Anything else you need?"
"Nah, I'm good. Thanks though." Michael couldn't stop himself from smiling.
"Alright. Take care of yourself, okay?" Calum stood in the doorway again.
"Of course."