Drunk [Ziall Short Story]

Hangover

A/N: Hello there! People asked me to make the morning part of this story, so I did! I'm not completely happy with it, but I hope you all like it :) I made it in Niall's POV this time. Narry ONE-SHOT coming later. Cheers! ~ Key

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***Niall POV***

A strip of sunlight dusted across my closed eyelids, lighting them up to a pale red color. I groaned, head pounding, and snuggled deeper into my soft pillow.

Actually, this is a rather firm pillow.  My pillow is soft and fluffy. And doesn't smell like hair products.

Where's soft and fluffy?

I ripped my eyelids open, blinking at the sudden light. I inhaled lightly, trying to get some oxygen into my aching head.

Hangovers suck.

What even happened last night?

Time to rack through the old memory files.

We went to the club. Harry and I got completely wasted. This weird girl licked my ear. I danced like a boss. Zayn, the sexy beast he is, took us home. I blinked, remembering the car ride.

Oh god, did I really say those things?

No, it must have been a dream.

Okay, we got inside. Zayn put Harry in bed. Then, I basically attacked Zayn with my lips and-

Wait, what? 

No, that couldn't have happened, I'm not that lucky.

Even though I'm irish.

I tried to figure out my surroundings. Okay, brightly lit room, with the wrong pillow. Soft bed, warm belt-

Warm belt?

I looked down at my lower torso, and my eyes automatically widened at seeing a pair of strong, caramel colored arms wrapped loosely around my waist.

Look at them biceps.

Wait, I know those biceps...

Not that I study them when he isn't looking or anything.

Because that would be weird.

Now that I think about it, it smells really nice in here.

Like, musky, and masculine, with a hint of citrus.

Smells like Zayn.

Not that I know what Zayn smells like, after hours of snuggling with him during scary movies and when he hugs me.

Alright, I'm lying. I know exactly what Zayn smells like.

He smells like perfection.

I look up again, and am surprised with what I see.

A beautiful face is right in front of my face, their parted lips breathing lightly on my lips.

Why is Zayn in my bed?

Or rather, why am I in Zayn's bed?

His golden eyes were closed, his long lashes brushing his high cheekbones. His perfect jaw was slightly slack, letting his pouty pink lips part. His usually quiffed hair was falling adorably across his forehead. My hands were on his strong chest, which moved up and down with his breaths. 

Holy shit.

He's right there.

Looking sexy as ever.

Oh god.

Suddenly, his gorgeous eyes fluttered open, slowly focusing on me. He blinked, then smiled at me. I felt my cheeks begin to heat up as his perfect gaze rested on me.

"Morning handsome." He said, his morning voice making my heat flutter.

"Morning." I squeaked out, turning even more red.

"You know, you're so cute when you blush." He whispered, grinning brightly.

Me oh my.

"Err, thanks. Did all of that really happen last night? I was thinking it was just a really awesome dream..." I trailed off, suddenly embarrassed with what I just revealed.

"Let's just say when your drunk, you're Horny Horan." 

Fuck.

Yet, fuck yes.

"Never heard that one before." I breathed out. "So, where does it leave us?" He examined my face, particularly my lips.

"Well, where do you want it to leave us?" He asked, his thumbs gently rubbing circles on my waist.

"I-I meant everything I said last night, so..." I trailed off, hoping he knew what I meant.

"So you really love me?" He whispered, staring right into my eyes. I nodded slowly, smiling.

"Yeah, I do. What about you?" I asked. He grinned.

"I love you too." I felt my heart swell with happiness as he leaned in a pressed his lips to mine.

The feeling of him kissing me is amazing.

It's like, a million hot air balloons being released in my stomach.

"So, Niall Horny Horan," I blushed again. "Will you give me the honor of being my boyfriend?" He whispered when we broke apart. I nodded furiously.

"Yes, I will Zayn Malik." His enormous grin was infectious.

"Let's go down and get some breakfast, aye boyfriend?" I said.

"Let's go." We let go of each other and slipped off the bed. Zayn immediately grabbed my hand again, making my stomach erupt with butterflies again,.

Who knew the feeling of butterflies could be so awesome?

We headed down the stairs together, hand in hand. When we entered the kitchen, we saw Louis and Harry thumb wrestling and Liam rummaging through the fridge. I almost let go of Zayn's hand, thinking of the boys possible reactions, but Louis spotted us and our entwined hands. His eyes widened, then his face brightened up immensely.

"I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN SOONER! BOTH OF YOU OWE ME 20 POUNDS!" He screamed, jumping and pointing victoriously at Liam and Harry, who just rolled their eyes.

"You bet on us?" Zayn asked, an eyebrow raised. Louis nodded furiously, his shaggy hair moving with his head.

"Course we did, it was bound to happen. I just happened to bet on sooner, rather than later, like those two rotten carrots." He pointed to the 'rotten carrots', who were both pulling out their wallets, grumbling but giving us happy looks.

"Well, lucky bet then." Zayn said happily, kissing my flushed cheek.

Lucky bet indeed.

But I still have a hangover.