Chapter Four

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Chapter Four

I woke up alone in an unfamiliar hotel room to an alarm and a wicked headache. Everything felt heavy and I felt like I was dizzy and about to vomit. The clock read 6am. I tried to remember all that happened last night, but the last thing I could remember was the fake engagement thing. I was in a bed, about queen sized and there was no imprint that anybody else had been here. But, I could hear the sound of water running. I wasn't alone.

Frowning, I threw the covers off and walked to the door. As I twisted the knob, I realized I was wearing a shirt and it wasn't mine. Panic seized me. I didn't go home with anybody I didn't know, did I? Where was Liam? This was his hotel room then? Pulling a handful of the shirt to my nose, I smelled it. It was Niall's. I exhaled in relief.

Pushing the door open, I saw Liam sprawled on the couch, still asleep. I smiled. He looked like a puppy dog.

I made my way to the bathroom, hoping it'd be Niall in there.

"Niall?" I asked, knocking on the door. It wasn't closed properly and the knocking only opened it wider.

A bunch of steam came out and I could see the running shower and Niall inside, back towards me. I could also see his bare ass. I could feel my face flushing as I quickly looked away.

"Come in," he called, turning off the shower and reaching for a towel. 

Once the towel was secured around his waist, I opened the door the rest of the way. His hair was soaked, as was the rest of his incredible body and I forced myself to keep my eyes on his face and not stray downward. 

"Um," I said, momentarily forgetting what I was about to say. The whole hangover thing didn't help. "I should get going to work... thanks for last night... whatever happened."

"You don't remember seeing me last night?" Niall asked, looking at me studiously.

"Uh," I wasn't sure what the right answer was, or what he wanted to hear. "No?"

He nodded, facial expression not changing. "Alright."

"Did, we, um," I ran a hand through my hair nervously.

"No," Niall said, a hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "You and Liam were both completely smashed."

British slang.

"Right," I cleared my throat. "Well, I'm gonna get going so..."

"I'll take care of Liam," Niall assured me. His hair and body were dripping water everywhere.

"Thanks," I gave him a tight smile. God, this was awkward. I really should've waited for his to come out of the shower and put clothes on. "Well, I'll be seeing you."

I turned to leave.

"Wait," Niall said softly.

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