-Chapter 18-

-Joe's POV-

I wake up with a killer headache. I can't do nothing to distract the pain, I just have to bare it.

I go to stretch but there's a force behind me stopping me. I turn around, obviously forgetting about last night, to come face to face with Caspar.

He looks so tired, what happened last night to make him that tired?

But the way I react is with a yell like squeal.

That causes Caspar to open his eyes and fall backwards.

"Nothing happened, yeah??" Caspar asks desperately.

I nod my head, "correct! Nothing!"

I pull him back up.

"Breakfast?" He asks.

"Breakfast." I confirm.

We both stumble out of the room and upstairs to the kitchen. There we see the rest of the guys sitting on the couch, all with a cup of some sort of drink.

"You guys alright?" Oli asks.

I nod and grab two cups for me and Caspar. I fill them with some juice and hand one cup to him.

"So anything interesting happen last night?" Tyler asks, giggling.

"Apart from your saucy date with Troye, nothing." Caspar laughs.

Troye turns red.

"And you and Joe did nothing?" Tyler scoffs.

Caspar glances over to me.

"No." I say confidentially, "we didn't."

There's a hum of uncertain replies.

"Seriously!" Caspar groans, "Nothing happened! I mean if it did, don't you think we would've told you by now?"

I nod, agreeing, "Exactly, we're all friends here so we all can be honest with each other, right?"

The rest of the lads nod in agreement.

"That's what I thought, so let's just get on with it, yeah?" I mutter, before heading back to my room.

Half way down the stairs I hear someone say something, "What crawled up his arse? He's not normally grumpy."

I don't even know why I'm in a bad mood. Just, I don't know it's just easy after being out all night drunk. Which explains the headache still hammering away.

I head into my room where everything is basically a mess.

Guess whose not lending their room to anyone again? Yeah that's right, me.

I sit down on my bed and lean my back against the board. I take a sip of my drink and sit there quietly.

There's only one thing on my mind; Caspar. Why is that bothering me so much? His name is just lingering there for no reason what so ever.

I close my eyes.

It's probably just the headache. I mean it must be, right? Of course it is. He is the reason after all.

I put my cup down and slid into my covers, pulling it over me properly so it's not draping off. I close my eyes again.

I certainly just need some sleep so I'll do that. Just some good old sleep. At least I hope I only need sleep to help me get my head straight...