Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter Eighteen:

"What do you mean, 'We were drugged'?" Niall asked. His voice shaky.

"There were these fans and they brought us a basket of sweets. Some, one said, were homemade." I explained. "That's why I can remember up to that. I was drunk, but I wasn't drugged." I said. "Remember how in the Hangover Part 2, Allen put roofies in the marshmallows?" I asked. They nodded. "Those fans. They could have done that to the sweets." I said. 

"Well, if they were fans they wouldn't have done that." Niall said soflty.

"Niall, I don't know if they were fans or not." I said. "They said they were and that the sweets were for us girls." I added. "I doubt fans would give us homemade sweets for absolutely no reason." I said.

He shook his head. "What does that have to do with anything?" He raised his voice a bit. "Maybe they're being nice!' He added.

I was becoming aggravated. I wanted to know what happened last night. I wanted to know everything about last night down to who went to the bathroom and decided to not flush. I wanted to know if anyone had sex or what. No one needs to be pregnant here.

"Niall. When have the fans actually been nice to us?" I asked, "They call us all whores, skanks, sluts, hoes, and everything in between! Okay, I've meet, what, two nice fans!? The rest would rather fall off a cliff than like us!" I said.

"Both of you, shut up!" Harry said, climbing out of his bunk. "Honestly! You two are acting like you're four years old!" He said. "I know I'm not all that mature either, but I would never fight with someone over something this idiotic!" He said.

"Whatever, Harry's right." I said. "All I know is that I'm going to go put some pants on.." i said before grabbing a pair of jeans and pulling them on. I returned to everyone. "Now, can we please try and figure this out?" I asked.

"Yea." Harry said. 

"We can make a list of what everyone remembers." I said. "From 8 to 9 we were playing Never Have I Ever." I said scribbling it down on a piece of paper. "Daisy left at 8:50 to get some more beer." I said, writing it down. I continued writing things down, and everyone told me what they remember.

8-9: Never Have I Ever.

8:50: Daisy left to get more beer.

9-9:30: Lou, Harry and Niall were playing strip poker with Arianna.

9:15: Daisy returned.

9:20: Niall and I got in a fight.

9:30: Received the sweets from the girls.

9:40:Movie.

That was all we remembered. I looked up at Niall, who had an upset expression on his face.

"Is that all we remember?" I asked. Everyone nodded.

"Why do you want to know so bad?" Ari asked.

"Because, you know how people are when they're drunk. They do stupid shit." I said.. "They say stupid shit, they tweet stupid shit, they do stupid shit with other people." I said. I sighed.

She sighed also. Just then we heard the dooor open and Liam walked in.

"Liam!" I yelled. He was carrying a much of grocery bags. He set them down on the table and walked over.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Can you tell us-" He cut me off.

"What happened last night?" He asked.

"Yes," I said. "Everything." I said. But he didn't have too, because I started to remember everything..

*"You never listen!" Niall yelled.. "I don't know how many times I've told you today!"

"I don't listen?" I asked. "Look who's talking." I replied.

He threw his hands in the air. "I can do whatever I want, you know that right?!"

"Not technically!" I replied. 

"You just are jealous because Ive got people all over the world who want me." He smirked.

I narrowed my eyes, "No Niall. I'm jealous because you're like hitting on my best friend while you're both half naked!" I yelled.

"And?" He asked. "I can have any girl I want. You can't stop me." He said. His jaw muscle clentched.

"You're right Niall." I said sarcastically. "I can't stop you."

He obviously didn't get my sarcasm. "Good, at least you finally understand something." He said.

I glared at him. "And what is that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"It means that; that was the only thing you understand. I don't like you. I like Ari." He said, "I'm only dating you because I felt sorry for you." He said.

I could feel the tears flowing down my face. "You're such a asshole." I said walking away. Niall was drunk. I wasn't as drunk. I grabbed some more drinks and walked away, sitting by myself crying. I kept dinking my drinks until they were all gone. I looked up and Harry was sitting in front of me. He smiled.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Harry, I could tell, wasn't drunk, or if he was he could hide it.

"Niall's just an asshole." I replied.

"Do tell?" He asked, moving beside me. 

"He said tht he likes Ari and not me." I said, holding back tears. I looked up at Harry and he leaned in and kissed me. I didn't know what was happening so I kissed back. 

We sat there like that for a while. It even lead farther.* There was a blank and then my memory returned. 

*There Harry and I lay, our naked bodies wrapped up in a blanket. When we realized what happened I grabbed one of Niall's old over sized t-shirts, slipping it over my head. I scurried into Niall's bunk and pretended to fall asleep. Everyone else was watching a movie, laughing quite loudly.*

I could tell that my facial expression changed because everyone was looking at me, "What?" Niall asked.

"We got into a fight. You said you liked Ari and not me." I said. "I called you an asshole and went somewhere by myself." I said.

He walked over and pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry. It's not true." He said.

I tried to keep this next part a secret, but it just came out like word vomit, "Harry and I kissed... and then we had sex." I said squeezing my eyes shut.

"W-what?" Niall asked. He lunged at Harry. It woke up Zayn and Lou and they came running in trying to get Niall off of Harry.

"What's going on!" Zayn yelled.

"He had sex with Katie!" Niall yelled trying to grab Harry again. I grabbed his hands.

"Niall! Stop!" I yelled. He looked at me and dropped to the floor, crying. I sat down beside him. "Niall. I'm sorry." I said.

I didn't know how this would end..

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