I awoke with a headache, feeling like I only went to sleep about an hour ago.
As I rolled over to try and go back to sleep, I caught sight of the time.
2:48 am
I'd only gone to bed about 2 hours why the fuck had I woken up of my own accord?
I stared at the ceiling and sat bolt upright when I saw the ceiling was moving??!?
As I sat up I could hear a loud thumping noise to match the violent vibration of the ceiling.
That answered why I woke up at least.
Some asshole student was probably having a party upstairs.
...that, or the couple upstairs must be really going at it.
I buried my face in my pillow and tried to block out the noise.
It stopped after about half an hour and I finally fell back asleep only to be awoken not long after with the same pounding headache and miniature earthquake as before.
3:37 am.
What the fuck.
This process of the noise stopping, me falling back asleep and then being abruptly woken up again continued several times until about 5 am.
Who parties until 5am on a Wednesday?!
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I got up at half eight and started making myself breakfast.
Just as I finished my coffee and toast the doorbell rang.
The only reason I'd gotten up was because I knew Gerard was coming round.
He liked to check on me like I can't handle my own life.
I'm a grown man.
I'm probably just grumpy from sleep deprivation I thought as I opened the door and tried to greet my brother with a warm smile.
Apparently it didn't work as I was greeted with a pleasant
"Wow you look like you shit, are you okay?"
"Nice to see you too" I shot back sarcastically, holding the door open for him.
I made him a coffee and we sat on the sofa.
"Tell me the truth, Mikey, are you not sleeping again?" Gerard said, his voice filled with the usual older brother concern.
He was well aware of my previous insomniac tendencies but I was over that now...I think.
"I'm sleeping fine" I lied "except from the fucking tremors coming from upstairs last night"
"tremors?"
"Yeah some student party or something was making the room shake all last night. I hardly slept." I grumbled
"Who has a party on a Wednesday? Didn't you ask them to turn the music down?" Gerard questioned
"I don't know! And no I didn't I'm not gonna be the grumpy old man downstairs, Gerard." I responded
"Yeah...suppose nobody likes a killjoy" said Gerard grinning at his own reference
It took me a second to register with his pun
"Wait- oh fuck off that was awful" I said rolling my eyes but still smiling.
"But seriously if it happens again you should go tell them." he said sternly
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4:26am
I pulled at handfuls of my hair.
It's been a week.
ONE WEEK AND IVE GOT 3 HOURS OF SLEEP A NIGHT AT BEST.
I brought my knees up to my chest and rubbed my sore eyes.
I can't live like this.
Shaking slightly I grabbed my phone off the tabled and dialled Gerard's number.
He didn't pick up
It took 3 more calls until I finally heard a croaky voice on the other end of the phone
"mphhh hullo?"
"Gerard?"
"Mikey what the actual fuck! What time is it?!"
"Almost half four I'm sorry I know it's early but can I sleep on your couch? I'm begging you" I pleaded.
"Wh- the noise from upstairs again?"
I think I heard Lindsey wake up and mumble at Gerard .
"Yeah it's unbearable I practically haven't slept in a week. I can't take this anymore"
"Mikey I told you if it happens again go and ask them to turn it down. You can't just abandon your flat because of your neighbours." Gerard replied frustratedly.
"But Ger-"
"No." Gerard said sounding more like a mother than an older brother. "Go and talk to them first and if they're an ass about it then fine you can sleep here but only until we find a solution"
He hung up.
I felt on the verge of tears and/or insanity.
Wait...the noise had stopped. It was nearly 5am-ish so maybe they were done.
I lay back on my bed and just started to fall asleep when the rumbling started again and a large piece of plaster from the crack in the ceiling fell onto my stomach followed by lots of dust onto my face.
I hurled my pillow across the room and let out a scream of frustration before storming out of my bedroom and out of my flat, slamming every door behind me.
Too impatient to wait for the elevator, I stamped up the stairs and I could hear the noise much more clearly as I arrived outside the flat directly above mine.
It was a familiar noise and part of me wished I wasn't too tired to pinpoint what it was.
Really though at this point I didn't care what type of noise it was I was angry and tired.
I hammered on the door as loud as possible, making the door rattle on it's hinges.
I mentally prepared my angry rant as I heard the music stop.
The door opened and I took a deep breath-
Then stopped when instead of an irritating wannabe DJ student, I was confronted by a very short vaguely familiar black haired man wearing an annoying smirk with a red and black bass slung on his back.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
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