Crazy For You

*The day after the night before*

I woke up with my head pounding and raced to the toilet before throwing up everything I had drank last night. I sat on the floor and tried to remember what happened last night but it was all fuzzy. I stood up, flushed the toilet and rinsed out my mouth.

I walked out of the bathroom, through my bedroom and into the living room, confused as to why there were five boys sitting on the couch, playing video games and talking.

"Err ... Who are they?" I asked Roisin as she walked into the room.

"One Direction" Roisin said, nonchalantly.

"Wait! What?" I asked, loud enough that the boys heard and turned to look at me.

"Hay, crazy" Niall said. Somehow I had a strange image of him in a night club. I passed it off as still feeling ill.

"Bitten anyone lately?" Harry, butted in smiling.

"Well she is a dog" mumbled Louis with a cheeky grin.

"What?" I asked completley baffled. Questions buzzed around my head like flies: why were one direction in our apartment? Was I still asleep or was this actually real? I mean one direction couldn't actually be in my apartment could they? And why did I get the feeling everyone knew something I didn't? "What the heck is going on?" I asked Roisin "Am I still asleep?"

"I should hope not" cut in Niall smiling sweetly "We thought you would never wake up"

We? I felt more confused than ever, why did Niall Horran from One Direction care when I- just an ordinary girl- woke up? Why were one direction even here? I didn't even know them. Well of course I have been mental about them since they went on the xfactor and knew all sorts of weird facts about them- but didn't all the millions of girls who loved them? What I am trying to say is how did five boys, who I have never met, or know personally end up in my apartment? It was kind of weird. But it was one direction.

Oh my god one direction are here I thought fangirling as it finally sunk in. It was then I looked down at my clothes Shit!  I was wearing my pyjamas. Not only that but they happened to be my oldest pair of grey tattered pyjamas, the top was loose and baggy and the bottoms were more like tracksuit bottoms. My hair looked like I had just got out of bed (which I had) it was unbrushed and stood out at all angles. Blushing scarlet from embarrasment as I realised everyone else in the room were dressed really well I rushed out of the lounge and bolted for my room.

 I looked at myself in my dressing table mirror as I attempted to brush out  my tangled chestnut hair, I saw that my face was very pale from being sick and grey bags underlined my eyes.  Nothing a little make up won't solve I thought determined to cheer myself up.  Sometime later, better dressed in a pair of skinny black jeans and a red t-shirt, my unruly hair tied into a messy bun I walked back into the lounge.

"So, what was the big emergency?" Asked Roisin, looking pointedly at the clock on the wall.

"I ... um ... had to get dressed" I said looking sheepishly at the floor. I rubbed my head "Damn, I have a headache"

"I wonder why" Roisin muttered.

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Let’s just say, you got a bit worse for wear last night at the club" Niall said.

"Club? What club?" I asked, unsure what they were talking about and, frankly, kind of worried.

"You can’t remember?" Roisin asked, looking concerned.

"No" I said, honestly. What happened last night? It was like a gap in my memories "I can’t remember last night at all"

"No wonder" Muttered Harry, looking at me strangely.