Chapter 5. Lunch with the Boys

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Chapter 5

Something was shaking me

It was early; I could tell by the light – or lack of, hitting my closed eyelids, yet something was still shaking me

“Wake up” Reece whispered into my ear “Babe, wake up”

I groaned and gripped my pillow tighter under my head “No”

He sighed “Quinn, wake up”

“No”

“Quinn”

“Fuck off” I growled

“Oh someone’s snippy in the morning”

That wasn’t Reece’s voice

“Who’s that?” I asked, keeping my eyes closed

“Harry and Brooklyn came over to ask us to lunch”

I frowned “Lunch?”

“Its 11:30 Quinn” laughed Harry “Get up”

“Bugger off, the lot of you”

“She gets very Australian when she’s angry doesn’t she” laughed Brooklyn

I opened my eyes and glared at him “I have a hangover, leave me alone”

Brooklyn smirked “How about No”

Reece sighed “Babe, I have to go to the studio, I’ll see you later yeah?”

“Okay”

He leaned over and pecked my lips before jumping up and brushing past Harry and Brooklyn out the door

“Come on babe, time to get going” smiled Harry, walking over and grabbing my hand “You get dressed and we’ll take you to lunch”

“Our treat”

I glared at both of them as Harry pulled me out of the warm covers

“Fine” I grumbled, pulling my hand out of Harry’s and pushing him out the door with Brooklyn “I’ll get dressed”

“Good” they smiled, before I slammed the door in their face

I slowly threw on a pair of black jeans, a white shirt, doc martins and Reece’s leather jacket and headed out the door, across the hall to the bathroom

I messed up my short blonde hair and added a touch of red lipstick to make myself look alive before I walked out to meet Harry and Brooklyn

Harry was wearing blue jeans and a grey jumper with sneakers on his feet

Brooklyn was wearing grey jeans with Biker boots, a red shirt and his biker jacket

“Ready to go?” I asked

Brooklyn whirled around from where he was talking to Harry and faced me, eyes wide, smirk on his lips

“Damn” he whistled “You’re still as hot as ever”

I rolled my eyes and shoved my hand in his face, flicking the finger with my ring on it “See this?”

He smirked “Yeah”

“Means I’m engaged Douche Bag” I said, grabbing my phone and keys and shoving my hand in my pocket “You understand that?”

He draped an arm around my should and smiled “Loud and clear”

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