Stripped Of My Honesty

3 : Terrible News In A Text

Chapter 3: Terrible News In A Text

Recap: ..And right then, I Had an epiphany. I Just Invited Niall Horan Into My Home. The Niall Horan.

~Niall's Point Of View~

My eyes pulled open in half slumber, a faint memory of last night invaded my hazed thoughts. Erica.

"Nialler!" Harry's husky voice drifted into the room as he followed it. "Wake Up" He ripped the sheets off me, revealing my shirtless barely-awake self. I looked up at him, slightly annoyed.

"Breakfast time! We're going to McDonalds!" He cooed, earning a muffled response and a sigh. "Don't make me come back in here"

A few minutes later we sat in a silver van. Louis and I in the back, Zayn and Harry in the middle , Paul on the wheel and Liam in the passengers.

"So, where were you last night?" Louis whispered, as he tapped around on his phone. I was surprised he even knew about that.

"How?"

"News" He responded blatantly, a smirk playing on his face. "So, where was it?"

"Funky B. I was with Josh"

"Any Ladies?" I knew he knew the answer to that, but i still hesitated on a lie. "If Paul finds out, you're absolutely in for it" He reminded as we pulled into the drive-through, that was rather over-occupied for such an early time.

I rolled my eyes at his rare pessimism.

"Alright, guys what do you want?" Paul interrupted. The boys started calling orders all at once - including Louis.

"One at a time" Paul called, The others obliged, going one by one stating what they wanted. pretty soon it was my turn to place an order.

"I don't want anything"

Harry mocked a gasp, flashing a goofy grin at me.

"Are you sure?" Zayn turned towards me in his seat. I nodded in response, still thinking about what Louis said.

"Then if you're willing to practice and start a tour off on an empty stomach" Liam shrugged as the car slowly strolled along, following the red vehicle in front of our own as they all went along the line.

I didn't respond. I had forgotten all about the tour yesterday, how could I forget such a huge event. The liquor wasn't amnesia. I subsided any evidence of my suprise and shifted in my seat. Erica and I had plans, and I couldn't cancel on the first date. What kind of impression would that make, besides the one she got when we snogged.

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~Erica's Point Of View~

I woke to the sound of Hellenes voice overpowering a shower faucet and a Radio .

"Don't stop, make it pop

DJ, blow my speakers up

Tonight, I'mma fight

Til we see the sunlight

Tick tock on the clock

But the party don't stop, no"

I cringed at her distasteful liking in music as she sang along with Kesha's mediocre radioed voice, stretching out the autotuned 'no'.

Blinking to adjust to the sunlight pouring into my room, I let out a deep breath and got up. The cold surface made me slightly flinch, but I strolled out of my room anyway.

The smell of dominoes immediately lingered its way up my nose. Pizza For Breakfast? . I rolled my eyes and made my way to the bathroom

I finished up my morning routine of Peeing and Brushing. Still in bra's and pajama shorts, I made my way towards the kitchen. Thankfully, the three of us rented a flat instead of a house like Hellene wanted when I arrived- So i didn't have to hassle with stairs.