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Several days later; four to be exact.

Elliotte;

I try to warm myself up as the cold morning breeze glides in through my open window, but when i fail, i just groan and glare at the window with my tired eyes. My fingers catch my phone on the bedside table to check the time before i stuff my face in my pillow and softly groan to myself. It is only eight in the morning and I am already wide-awake.

After contemplating what to do with my day before i have to go to work, i settle with just figuring it out after my morning routine.

Lazily, i push myself up from my bed and rub my eyes. My arms go above my head as a yawn escapes my lips, my feet carrying me to my little closet to pull on my pyjama shorts to accompany my pyjama top. I don't think Dan would be happy to see his older sister walking the kitchen with only panties covering her bottom. I'm not entirely convinced he would be awake at this hour but i still wouldn't risk it.

My first stop is the bathroom; i brush my teeth, rinse my face, tie my hair up after brushing it and finish the little business bothering me since last night before washing my hands and going to the kitchen.

When i notice that I'm the only one awake, I decide on making myself a ham sandwich and some coffee before making my way back to my room. Bambi jumps up on my bed and curls up on my lap when i turn on my laptop. I take a sip of the steaming coffee and use my free hand to scratch the top of Bambi's head before putting the mug on my bedside table and logging into my twitter account.

My fingers are still petting the soft fur on my pug's head as i scroll through my timeline. A smile covers my lips when i see something funny, before i retweet it and carry on with my scrolling. When I'm at the end of the new posts, i scroll back to the top to check out the trends. Since i enabled the around-the-world setting, i see alot of foreign languages before a certain hashtag catches my attention.

#6YearsOfOneDirection stood at the very top of the chart, encouraging me to check it out.

I'm not a fan of One Direction, but i do find a few songs nice. There was this one nice song that was all over the radio last November. Was the title The Night Will Change? Yeah, something like that.

When I click on the hashtag, endless tweets and pictures of the band members swarm me as i catch a few pictures of girls crying. What's going on? Is the band breaking up? Why are there girls crying?

I scroll down deeper into the tweets and soon discover that it's just the band's six-year-anniversary. Wow. Have they really been six years into the fame? With the amount of fans they have, i would have thought they just started. I wouldn't think girls would stick to one band for 6 years. I guess that's dedication.

As i stop at a picture of them as teens, i focus on the five boys standing on a big stage. Huh? I thought they were only four members.

I squint as i look closer at the teenagers. When i scroll up to look at a picture of them taken recently, i conclude that the fifth boy probably was one of the crew of the show, or maybe another competitor. Plus, i don't mean to offend anyone but i honestly don't care. I'm not really a fan so i don't find the need to look into the mystery of the fifth boy with a mop of crazy curls on top of his head.

After i post a congratulation tweet to the band under that hashtag, i log out of my account and check my emails while taking bites of my sandwich.

In a few minutes, i stand up to put my now empty mug in the kitchen, unfortunately waking up Bambi in the process. She stares up at me with her big round eyes before snuggling up beside my pillow and continuing her nap. While I'm rinsing my mug, a sleepy Dan shuffles into the kitchen and plops down on one of the chairs.