I begin to stir awake, the sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. I need to wake up and pull the curtains across but when I turn to glare at it, my usual purple curtains are replaced with grey ones. I frown and sit up straight, my eyes wide.
This isn't my bed and this isn't Justin's bed.
Holy s**t.
My head begins to pound repeatedly and I groan again, clutching it. My eyes are sensitive, my body hurts and my stomach is stirring. Yep, I have a hangover. I study the room, trying to figure out where the hell I've ended up.
I'm lying in a double bed with a leather headboard, the covers grey and white. The floor is covered with plush white carpet and when I hang my legs off the bed, my feet sink into it. Mirrored wardrobes line one side of the room and a large plas-ma screen hangs on
