Styles on Tour

"Irresistible"

Em's POV:

I woke up and instantly felt the pounding in my head. Why do I ever drink? I'm not sure these hangovers are ever worth it. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, snuggling further down under the duvet to try and get some more sleep. That's when I became aware of the arm around my waist, and the hard chest that my head was lying on instead of the pillow. I leapt to the other side of the bed, a bit too forcefully as it turned out because I sent myself flying onto the floor. My head screamed at me as I groaned, but I had bigger problems to worry about. There was someone in my bed. I could hear shuffling coming from the bed, my nose dive to the floor must have woken them up.

"Em? Are you okay?" A concerned voice spoke, one that I immediately recognised.

"Niall?" I asked, standing up and looking at him. A shirtless Niall Horan was in my bed. A shirtless Niall Horan had been sleeping with his arm around my waist. My head had been resting on a shirtless Niall Horan's chest.

"Em seriously, are you okay? You hit the floor pretty hard," Niall said with a frown when I didn't say anything more. He pulled the duvet off and slid across the bed, closer to me. I automatically took a step back, this was too much to take in. Niall wasn't only shirtless, he was bottomless as well. He was only wearing tight fitting boxers. Jesus fuck. I forced myself to look at his face instead of his body. He's so fit oh my god.

"What, um," I cleared my throat, trying to stamp down my thoughts. "What happened last night?" I asked him. I was playing with the end of my t-shirt, but when I looked down I realised it wasn't my t-shirt at all. I gasped and lifted it at the bottom to reveal I was wearing a pair of boxers underneath. "What the fuck?" I said, trying not to let my voice tremble. I failed miserably, hearing my voice crack. Surely I didn't sleep with Niall? Not drunk and not so I don't remember it?!

"Hey hey, it's okay," Niall said softly, jumping off the bed and coming closer to comfort me. I stepped back again, blinking back tears. I saw hurt flash in his eyes.

"Niall what happened?" I demanded.

"Nothing Em, nothing I promise. You could hear Harry and this girl he picked up at the bar from in your room so you came in here and I said you could stay. I gave you those clothes because you had left yours in your room. And then I gave you the bed and I was going to go on the sofa but you insisted I just sleep in the bed with you. I promise nothing happened, you were drunk, I wouldn't I promise," he explained, his eyes widening as he tried to defend himself. I glanced around the room, realising we were in fact in Niall's room and not mine. I rubbed my temple as it starting vaguely coming back to me. Niall dared to take a step closer and I forced myself not to automatically step back again. "Sorry, I was already in bed when you knocked and I just didn't think to put some joggers on, which was stupid," Niall winced, indicating to his super fit body that I was still desperately trying to keep my eyes away from.

"You had your arms around me when I woke up," I whispered. The look in his eyes was so genuine I knew he was telling the truth, but the pounding in my head was distorting my thinking and I just needed it to all be clear.

"I guess I fidget in the night," he said with a light chuckle. "Sorry, I promise I had my hands to myself when I fell asleep." I nodded slowly. I so desperately didn't want to trust him, knew that if I did it would come back to haunt me, but it was damn near impossible not to when he was so lovely and genuine all the time.

"Okay," I breathed, calming myself down. Nothing happened, you're fine. "Sorry," I added, shaking my head with a small laugh. I felt stupid all of a sudden.

"Hey don't be, I get it," he said, stepping forward and taking one of my hands. I smiled up at him, still managing to focus on his face which I thought was a big achievement.