Niall:
I woke up with the absolute worst hangover ever. I sniffed the room and noticed a repulsive stench hung in the air. I looked beside me and noticed an empty trash bin beside my bed full of vomit.
Oh, right. I had drunk a bit excessively last night. I had last been at the club from what I remembered. How did I get home? And who had put the bucket next to me?
I rolled over and saw the back of a brunettes head. I couldn’t help but to let out a little Irish boy scream.
The girl jolted awake, frightened. Opps. The brunette had been Aria. Bits and pieces of last night came to mind, although I still felt groggy.
“What the hell?” she asked, looking at me confused.
“I, er. I, um. I was just practicing my high notes,” I said. Ok, that was the absolute stupidest and most unbelievable lie I had ever come up with.
She laughed. “Are you sure that wasn’t a secret leprechaun call I’m not allowed to know?”
I would normally argue with her. Except I had the absolute worst bloody headache ever. She looked and me puzzled, then her expression went back to normal.
“Little Leprechaun, you’re a bit hungover-“
“Thanks so much, Captain Obvious!”
“You need a nap! After the nap just call for me. I’ll be somewhere in the room”.
After my blissful sleep I woke up and hugged the unused pillow beside me. The bed felt emptier then last night, when Aria had slept in it with me.
Shit. Had that really happened? Oh god, what other embarrassing things happened last night?
“Good morning sunshine,” a chipper voice said. Aria stood next to the bed holding a tray. I sat up, smelling food. The tray held pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, fruit, and a chocolate chip cookie.
“Aww, did you go all of the way to the store to buy me breakfast?” I teased.
She stuck out her tongue at me. “Of course not. I made that all for you. Little hungover leprechaun needs his strength. Plus, would I go out publicly dressed like this?” she said, gesturing to her outfit.
She was wearing a baggy white shirt that barely covered her bum. She wore only that. That shirt was my shirt. I couldn’t help but grin.
Oh god Niall, I thought to myself. She’s your bloody friend. And your bloody neighbor. Remember, no sex before marriage. No sex before married. That wasn’t working, I still thought about how her beige strapless bra showed through the shirt. Umm think of your mom. What could possibly be more of a turn off then your own mum?
She gave me an odd look, placed the tray on a table beside me, and walked back into the kitchen. Dammit! I could see her neon blue panties from under the shirt. No Horan, no! Stop thinking those things! Think of your mum, think of your mum, think of your mum, I silently chanted to myself.
“Do you miss her?” Aria’s voice called from the kitchen, over the running water. She was probably doing dishes right now.
“Miss who?” I called to her.
“Your mum. You were saying something about thinking of her”. Shit. So turns out that hadn’t just been in my head.
“Oh um, ya. I been missing her a lot these last few days”. Again, a poor excuse for a lie.
She placed a tall glass of water and two small green pills in my hands. “Take these. You’re going to need it”.
I gulped down the pills. “What happened last night?” I asked.
She just rolled her eyes and said to me, “Just eat your breakfast before it gets cold”.
“But-“
She smiled at me with that look on her face that said ‘I know something you don’t know’. “I’ll explain later”.
Oh shit. What had happened last night?
Aria:
Hungover Niall was even more difficult to take care of than drunken Niall. Drunken Niall was, well, drunk. Hungover Niall however, was a handful.
After Niall took his pills he continuously asked what happened last night. He wouldn’t eat (Niall Horan-the bottomless pit- wouldn’t eat!) and I had to practically force feed him his breakfast. After he ate, he just went back to sleep. The only times he bothered to act alive was when he was vomiting (thank the lord I had put a bucket beside him) or yelling about how he needed pain killers for his headache.
The door unlocked and a very groggy Louis, followed by a half asleep Harry walked in. Louis went into the kitchen and Harry plopped himself on the bed beside a peacefully sleeping Niall.
“Aria,” Louis whispered, beckoning me into the kitchen.
“Yes?” I whispered back, when I was in the kitchen too.
“What happened with Niall and you last night?” he asked, before taking a gulp of water. Shit, water. Niall probably needed some water to help with the hangover. I made a mental note to bring him some later.
“Nothing really”.
“Then why are you wearing his shirt?” he asked, with an eyebrow raised. Opps. I had forgotten about that entirely.
“Umm. I can explain,” I mumbled, realized what it probably looked like.
He started laughing. “I know you two didn’t shag. It’s Niall, after all. But what did happen?”
I sighed. “He was drunk off his ass. Wait, you already knew about that. And he was.. an odd drunk lad”.
Louis now raised both eyebrows. “ So essentially, you put drunk Niall to bed, where he stripped down to his boxers. That still doesn’t quite explain why you’re half naked wearing his shirt”.
And suddenly, I was spilling out every detail from last night to Louis Tomlinson. From him begging me to stay with him, to him being naked and me asking him to put his clothes on, to the cuddling and talking. I shouldn’t have been telling him all of this stuff. But I already was.
He nodded his head when I finished. “You know the lad likes you, right?” he said to me.
I nodded my head. “He’s such a good friend to me. I like him to. I’m really glad we’re good friends and good neighbors-“
“No Aria. Niall likes you. As in LIKES YOU. More then I like carrots, or Harry likes to walk around naked”.
I was confused. “No he doesn’t?” I said, accidently making it sound more like I was asking a question than stating a fact.
Louis shrugged. “What do I know? Is that cookies I smell?”
“Yes, I do believe so”.
“Can I have some?”
I pushed the bag containing the leftover chocolate-chip cookies towards him.
“Thanks,” he said with a smile before taking an enormous bite out of the cookie.
“Aria,” I heard Niall moan from the living room. I filled a glass with water before turning back to Louis.
“I should go see what he wants,” I mumbled. Louis smiled at me.
“Glad we had this chat. See ya”.
“Aria,” Niall moaned again, this time louder.
“What,” I said, when I was at his bedtime. Harry was fast asleep beside him, clutching Niall’s arm for some unknown reason.
“My head hurts. Can I have more painkillers?”
“No. You just took some a little while ago”.
“Pleaseee,” he begged. Poor thing. He had drunk a lot last night, and was now suffering.
“Drink lots of water,” I said, handing him the water.
“I’d rather just take the bloody pills,” he grumbled, taking a sip of the water.
Under the lights tonight. You turned around, and you stole my heart. With just one look. When I saw your face. I fell in love. It took a minute girl, to steal my heart tonight. With just one look, yeah. Been waiting for a girl like you
“Hello,” I said, answering my cell phone. The number was unknown.
“Hi amor, it’s me. Miguel”.
“Oh. Hi”.
“Is this a bad time?”
“Kind of. My friend from last night? He’s a bit hungover and at the moment I’m taking care of him”.
“Will he be better by tonight?”
“Hopefully. Why?”
“Excellent. Is it alright if I make reservations for us at a restaurant? Say, seven-ish?”
“I’m not sure if that’s the best idea..”
“Oh Aria, por favor? Especially if you’re taking care of a sick boy. You need a break”.
I sighed. “Fine”.
“Lovely”.
I gave him the address of the hotel we were staying at before saying, “see you then” and hanging up.
I opened the little text message box on my phone and started a new message.
Aria>Alison:
Hey are you up yet?
Alison>Aria:
Ya. Have you seen Harry?
Aria>Alison:
Yup. He’s snuggling away with Niall
Alison>Aria
Aww, how sweet. The little lover boys are together. Btw where were you last night?
Aria>Alison
I stayed over Niall’s. Long story, promise to tell you about it later. Can you bring me over a pair of skinny jeans and a dressy top?
Alison>Aria:
Are you and Niall doing something special tonight? ;)
Aria>Alison:
Lol, ya right. I’m going to dinner with a local.
Alison>Aria:
What’s his name?
Aria>Alison:
Miguel. He’s super cute
Alison>Aria:
What about Niall?
Aria> Alison:
What about him?
Alison> Aria:
Never mind. Ill be right over there.
By five, all of the boys were feeling much better. Niall’s hangover was practically gone. By seven, I was ready.
Thankfully, my curls from last night were still intact, so I put my hair in a curly side ponytail. My makeup was light and shimmery. I wore a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a dark blue floral tank top, and my heels from last night.
“Bye Nialler,” I said before leaving the hotel room.
Miguel sat in a chair in the lobby, waiting. He smiled at me when he saw me. In his forest green button down shirt and blue jeans, he looked adorable. At least I’d be able to have some fun tonight, after taking care of sick Niall all day.
A memory from last night came back to me. Niall was holding me close, his arms wrapped protectively around my waist, his head on my shoulder. “I was so scared you were going to go home with him,” he had whispered to me, referring to Miguel. “I would never do that. I thought you knew me better then that,” I had whispered back. “Of course I do,” he whispered back, his warm breath tickling my ear, “I just want you to be safe”. “I am safe,” I whispered. Niall wrapped his arms around me tighter, and snuggled up closer to me. “That’s because I’m here to protect you,”.
I shrugged the memory out of my mind. It wasn’t about Niall and I tonight. It was about Miguel and I.
Who cared what Niall James Horan thought about my date? Or what I did with my date. Right?
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Viola!(pronounced the fancy French way). Chapter 14 has been completed and finally posted! Sorry it took absolutly forever, I've been a bit busy these past few days. Give me some plot ideas and I'll maybe put them in the story :p Thanks for reading :) Comments and votes would be super appreciated.
xoxo -Alexia