I stir again and blink a few times before fully waking. We're under some sort of shelter, Niall holding me close as I lean against him. Rain slowly falls from the sky.
"How long was I asleep?" I ask, not wanting to move.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
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