Heartbreak Weather -N.H

isn't this cute

Chapter 4

January 1, 2019

Skylar's POV

I open my eyes and look around my room. I sit up and my head starts pounding. I put my hand up to my head rubbing it looking around my bed noticing I have different blankets. I don't remember changing these. I notice I am no longer in my dress and it was replaced with a tank top and sweats. How do I not remember any of this. It's making my head spin trying to piece this together. I start to look around the room again and eyes stop looking at the floor.

"Oh my god." I mumble to myself. What the hell happened. I notice that I have been starring for too long once he starts to move around on the floor. He rolls over and opens his eyes looking at me. I notice his body flinch and he puts his hand up to his chest.

"Well goodmorning to you too." Niall says trying to calm his breathing down.

"Why are you in my room, why are my blankets different and why do I have different clothes on?" I ramble off a bunch of different questions I need answers to so that my mind can settle.

"What's the last thing you remember?" He sits up but his eyes are no longer on mine. He's starring at my bookshelf taking everything in.

"We went to the club and a security guard was yelling at Harry." I seriously can't think of anything after that moment. "What all happened? Oh my god how bad was I?" I groan throwing my head back. I blacked out and I have no idea what I did. I could have danced around a pole or took drugs. My drunk self knows no limits so I've been told. Harry is always around to stop stuff like that happening but he has had to rip me off of a pole before. After he got me off we got kicked out. Now I'm scared.

"I pulled you and Harry outside to get an uber. I had to pick you up off of the ground and throw you over my shoulder to get you to the car. You wouldn't stop laughing." He smiles talking about it. Oh my god why is he smiling? No this is too good to be true. But his smile is beautiful. His smile quickly fades as he continues to talk.

"You kept asking the uber driver to play the same song over and over again so that you could dance. You also kept telling me knock knock jokes. I believe one of them was.. knock knock.. who's there.. Irish.. Irish who.. Irish you a nice day." He smirks looking back over at me.

"Oh my god you're lying." I say grabbing a pillow and smashing my head into it. I am embarrassed. I said that to an Irish man. Who let me drink that much?

"I wish I was. I can't believe that's the best you could think of." He shakes his head and I see his smile start to return but he turns his head away from me. I've noticed he never really allows me to see him fully smile while we've been having this conversation.

"I was drunk what did you expect? I'm not great at them while sober either." I laugh rolling my eyes. He turns his head back to me watching me laugh. He turns his focus back onto my bookself after I stop laughing. What's up with my bookshelf?  Am I so ugly he can't look at me while we have a conversation?

"Harry and I got you up here and into bed and you passed out. We went back downstairs and Harry and I took one shot together before he passed out on the couch. I sat there for a while then figured someone should probably check on you. Harry was passed out so it had to be me. When I walked into your room after stealing the key from Harry you were sitting up in your bed. As soon as you looked at me you threw up everywhere and I mean everywhere." Niall shakes his head thinking about it. I am a disgusting human being. Niall doesn't even know me and he had to watch me throw up. Ew I don't even want to think about it.

"You kept mumbling stuff but I couldn't really tell what you were saying. I cleaned you off and made sure you had clean clothes and blankets before you fell back asleep." He brings his hand up to rub the back of his neck. Usually when Harry does that during a conversation he's keeping something from me. But that's just Harry.