I open my eyes very, very slowly and immediately regret going out last night. The dim London light burns through my opened blinds and blurs my eyes. Of course I'd forgotten to close them.
My phone buzzes from a missed call and I check the time. It's almost two. I've slept through half the day yet still wake up with a massive hangover. I don't really remember last night. But what I do is shoddy, loud music, half naked girls and pints. Lots of them. And shots. And yummy cheesecake shooters that just kept coming. Lots and lots of those.
My mobile buzzes again, and it's a new call from Harry. I answer holding the mobile away from my head to protect myself from a migraine. "Hello?"
"It's about time you answered!" he greets me. There's a lot of white noise buzzing around him.
"Where are you?" I ask.
"Remember how we planned to go to the harbour today? Yeah." He's aggravated him me, I can tell.
"I'm sorry man. I slept through my alarm." I didn't set my alarm.
"Yeah, I see," He doesn't buy it. "Well try to lay off the pints next time?" I hear the click of his phone and the white noise is gone. He hung up on me! That curly haired bastard!
Ah, well, he won't stay mad for long. But I'm a bit upset I missed out on the Eye. My stomach rolls in hunger. I pull on some trousers and a jumper I borrowed from Liam, grab my phone and my wallet and head out the door. Nandos seems like a good way to cure a hangover.