She awoke the next morning with Niall's arm around her shoulders and her body cold with the lack of clothes. Shame. Guilt. Regret. She realised she's just another name on the list of this blonde, Irish playboy who so happened to be a cop and the only person she knew in this new town.
She rolled over, seeing the little alarm clock on the bedside table, reading a time where she only had a few minutes to get to work on time. Jumping out of the bed awoke Niall from his comfortable sleep and seeing her dressing ready to leave him. "Get back in bed." He stated firmly, "I've got work in like 4 minutes, I need to go."
"You need to get back in bed before-" but she cut him off.
"Don't you have work?"
"No, now get back in bed, I'll text James telling him you won't be there today."
"It's my second day, I'm going to be there." She argued back, angering Niall more than she should in the mornings.
Niall grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bed and next to his naked body. She struggled trying to get away and get to work. "I told you to get in bed, you're staying here with me today."