"Come on, Niall," I said gently, trying to coax the blonde boy out of the limousine. "We're home."
"Home!" Niall repeated. "Buthwhydidn'tHarrycomewithus?" He slurred.
"Harry did come with you," Harry said from beside me.
"Harry!" Niall said excitedly. "Where's that girl you were dancing with?"
"She's waiting for me upstairs," he sighed. "And she's probably not going to wait much longer, so let's go Niall."
"WhyshouldIgowithyou?" Niall said, stumbling out of the car.
"I'll just take a cab home, Andrew," I said to the driver. "I'm not sure how long this situation is going to take." I gestured to Niall, who was currently crawling on the ground. "I don't want to make you wait around."
"If you're sure," the driver replied uneasily.
"Go ahead," I said with a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."
He tipped his hat to me and pulled out of the apartment parking lot.
"We can handle it, Harry," Zayn said. "Go find that girl before you wind up spending the night solo."
"Gonna get laid!" Harry chorused.
"You are literally disgusting," I laughed.
"And you are literally jealous!" He smirked. "Bye!" He took off to meet whatever-her-name-was, leaving Zayn and I to take care of the extremely inebriated Niall.
"Let's go! I want to see Liam," Niall said. "Bestroommateever."
"Liam is with Danielle," Zayn said patiently. "But I'm going to stay in your flat to make sure you don't do anything dumb."
"Slumber party!" Niall chorused. "Hooray."
Zayn put Niall's arm around his shoulder and helped guide him to the elevator. "Can you grab the keys? They're in his back pocket," he asked me.
I slipped my hand into Niall's pocket and grabbed the keys. "If you want to touch my butt," Niall said flirtatiously, "all you have to do is ask."
I couldn't help but laugh at him. "Ok, Niall."
"But Zayn wouldn't like that. He likes you," Niall said seriously. "I'm not supposed to tell you that though."
Zayn flushed an adorable shade of scarlet. "Time for bed, Niall."
Niall marched down the hallway and flopped on his bed. Zayn helped him take off his shirt while I pulled off his socks and shoes. "Good night, Niall!" I said, quietly shutting the door after Zayn and I exited the bedroom.
"You are a saint for helping me take care of him," Zayn said.
"I'm happy to help," I replied.
"Want to watch a movie with me? I'm not quite ready to go to bed yet," Zayn asked.
"Sounds great," I agreed. "Pick something good!"
He opened a drawer and I settled onto the couch in front of the screen. "Notting Hill?" I laughed as the movie started to play.
"It's a lovely film," Zayn said defensively.
"It's a total chick flick," I laughed as he sat down beside me. He put an arm around my shoulder, and I snuck a glance at him.
"Sometimes a chick flick is just right," he murmured. I leaned my head against his shoulder.
"You're just right," I whispered.
ARGH sorry guys. I know this chapter kind of sucked, but the next one will be good! What do you guys think so far? I would realllllyyyyyyy like some comments :)
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