I woke up on the ground by my front door with a pounding headache. I looked down at my clothes and the floor and noticed both of them were covered in vomit.
"Gross" I mumbled grogily using my arms to push myself up. I sat up and looked around the flat. There was garbage everywhere, empty cups and cans and it smelled like weed. I found my phone beside me to read the time. 6 A.M and I already had a text from Eleanor.
Eleanor: Ainsley I heard you had a party last night? I sure hope it was only a few people or I swear to God. I better not get home to a mess or I will go pregnant bitch on you. Anyway we should be home sometime around 3:00 see you then xx
I groaned getting up and walking over to the kitchen. I opened the cupboard taking out a glass and a bottle of advil. I put two in my mouth, filled my cup with water and swallowed them. I could not stand the smell of vomit on my clothes and in my hair so I decided a shower would probably be the best way to start. I grabbed some comfy clothes and headed into my bathroom. After my shower, I put my wet hair into a bun and got dressed brushing my teeth and washing my face. I decided I should try and get rid of my hangover before cleaning the house. I went back into the kitchen making the sandwich my mom taught Eleanor to make to cure hangovers before she died and a smoothie Eleanor taught me to make too. They both were disgusting but they worked. After I ate it was time to clean. I threw all the garbage out, washing the floors and spraying the whole house with air fresheners and lighting candles to get rid of the smell. By the time I finished lighting the candles I heard Eleanor pulling into the driveway. I sat down on the couch in the living room and made it look like I had been here for a while on my phone when Eleanor and Louis walked in. She had her hands on her hips, her pregnant stomach in front of her and looked around the flat squinting.
"Hmm" she hummed suspiciously sitting on the couch next to mine. "It's awfully clean in here. It doesn't look like it usually would after one of your parties." she looked at me unconvinced and I shrugged.
"Like you said it was only a few people." I smiled and she shook her head before going to take a bath and relax.
"Ainsley your sister might be buying it but I know the place was trashed. I'm glad you cleaned it up. Eleanors going through a lot right now with being pregnant and she doesn't need added stress from you." That was the first time Louis has really gotten angry with me but I just laughed.
"Lou, just because you're dating my sister and having a baby with her doesn't make you related to me and it certainly does not make you my father. So please stop trying to act like it." I spat before getting up and going to my room.
*Niall's POV*
I left Ainsleys last night and I felt so embarrased. Here I was confessing my feelings to her and then she has the nerve to kiss me and make me think she chose me but then says it meant nothing and shutting the door in my face. It was just plain out rude. I couldn't stop thinking about it the whole drive home, it was driving me insane. People wonder why I am the way I am and well that right there about explains it. I don't like putting myself out there with girls because I am scared I will get hurt again and thats what just happened. I got hurt. . . again. Whatever it didn't matter because I don't need Ainsley. I'm Niall Horan and millions of girls throw themselves at me everyday. Why would I want to be tied down anyways? I'm young, I'm rich and I'm hot I should be living my life, not worried about what some stupid girl thinks. Harry can have her but really I don't know if he even wants her anymore. I mean him and that Melissa girl seemed to get along really well and she seems good for him. If I were him I would go for her instead. I wonder how that worked out for him yesterday. Did he actually drive her home or did he take her back to his place? We had been getting along quite well again lately so I decided I'd shoot him a text and see if he wanted to hangout today. Maybe then I could get some details out of him.
