I woke up the next morning wearing only my underwear and one of Niall's t-shirts. I looked around my surrounding and found that had fallen asleep on Niall's bed. Niall himself was passe out on top of the covers beside me, clad only in his boxers . A quick glance to the nightstand revealed a nearly empty vodka bottle, explaining my limited recollection of last night.
"Niall, are you awake?" I recognized Liam's voice, which sounded like it was coming from near the front door. "We need to get going. We're supposed to meet Gemma at the tuxedo shop in half an hour." Before I could say anything Liam burst through the door and immediately started laughing.
"Go away," Niall groaned, stirring beside me.
"What the hell happened?" Liam guffawed as Niall tried to throw a pillow at him. "Did you two have a rough night? Does Zayn know you're here?"
I didn't get the chance to respond since Louis and Zayn came right behind him. "Do I know who is here?" He asked, and then saw me. "What the bloody hell is this?" He roared.
"Zayn, calm down," Louis said from beside him. "I'm sure this isn't as bad as it looks."
Zayn was seething when I stood up and made my way over to him. "Niall was bored so I came over to keep him company. I remember suggesting that we play some kind of drinking game and then we watched a movie and passed out in here. Nothing happened, I promise."
"You got my girlfriend drunk?" He snapped, glaring at Niall.
"Girlfriend?" Louis exclaimed. "That's an update. Congratulations to the happy couple! Lets go celebrate back in my flat with some food!" It was an unsubtle attempt to get us out of the apartment, but it didn't work when Zayn continued to glower in Niall's direction.
"I suggested we drink," I reminded him.
"He shouldn't have allowed it!" Zayn replied.
"Zayn, you're being silly," I chided gently.
"I'm being silly?" He repeated loudly. "I walk in to discover one of my best mates and my girlfriend passed out on his bed wearing only their underwear, and I'm being silly for getting mad?"
"I told you nothing happened!" I yelled, now irritated that he was making such a big deal out of this.
"How do you know? You were drunk!" He yelled back.
"You make it sound like it's a crime!" I screeched. "I can drink if I want to!"
"Clearly you can't handle your liquor if this is the result!" He yelled.
"Stop treating me like a child!" I was now extremely mad.
"Then stop fucking acting like one!" He roared, clearly just as angry as I was.
"I'll just go bring the car around then, shall I?" Louis said awkwardly, breaking the tense silence that had fallen between us. "Liam, Niall, care to help me?"
"I'm not wearing any trousers," Niall complained as Liam yanked him off the bed.
"i'll lend you some of mine!" Liam said, pulling him out the door. Louis followed them, leaving Zayn and I alone.
"I'm not fucking dealing with this right now," I grumbled, brushing past Zayn to get to the door. I didn't make it very far because he grabbed my hand and yanked me back towards him.
"You can't just walk away when we fight!" He said, his voice now at a reasonable volume.
"Why should I stay? I know you're about to break up with me. I'll spare you the trouble," I replied.
"You think I'm going to break up with you?" He asked, his face shocked.
"Well, yeah." Every time I had gotten into a fight with any of my exes I always wound up single at the end.
"I'm not going to break up with you!" He said, his eyes slightly amused now.
"No. I told you I loved you didn't I?" He said, pulling me so I was pressed against his body. "It's going to take a lot more than a drunken slumber party to make me stop."
"I'm sorry," I murmured, burrowing my face into his chest.
He kissed the top of my head. "Besides, you look cute when you're wearing just a t-shirt," he whispered into my ear.
I pressed my lips against his, breaking away to whisper, "I bet I look even better out of it."
He chuckled and looked at Niall's bed. "Well if you didn't get up to any shenanigans in this bed..."
"We wouldn't want it to go waste," I giggled. "Those sheets look awfully soft."
Zayn gently laid me down on top of them, and we found out just how soft those sheets were.
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Gemma Carlisle was 18 when her parents died in a car crash and she moved out to L.A. with her little sister. Now, two years later, she has scored the ultimate job: she's the new head of wardrobe for One Direction on their upcoming tour. As soon as s...