Next Morning- 10 am
I wake up with a pounding headache and very confused. I kind of lost track of reality after my fourth glass last night. I roll to my left. Oh My God. I Slept With Harry Styles. Like no joke he is playing netx to me in his bed in just sleep pants. Not even a shirt. Holy shit. Alright Madison think. What happened last night? And how the hell are you going to get out of this one?
I pull the covers off of me and run straight to the bathroom. There, I throw up about three pints of alcoohol and dinner.
"Madison, are you ok?" That's Niall?
"Niall?"
"Yeah. Can i come in?"
Before I can answer, a beautiful blonde boy is holding my hair back for me as I blow chunks in the toilet.
"Let's get you washed." He turns on the shower for me and throws my clothes from last night on the counter. "Two doors down on the left. That's my room. Go there when your done."
10:30am
"Hey," Niall looks up from his magazine.
"Hi. Uhmm I thank you for helping me out this morning. You really didn't have to. But, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Did Harry and I? You know, have sex?"
"Oh no! No you didn't! You two slept together but you didn't SLEEP together, if you know what i mean."
"Oh thank god! I should probably get going now. Thank you though."
"Do you want to get breakfast first?"
"Niall, i would love to but i really should be getting home. My family has no idea where i am."
"Oh i get it, I'll walk you to your car."
Niall and I chat on our way to my car. We pass Liam and Louis who are casually eating breakfast at the table. I wave goodbye to them both and head outside. We open the door to see a hundred men with cameras on the driveway.
"Niall who is this? Is she your girlfriend? Niall!" Everyone starts screaming at us and rushing towards the porch.
Niall pushes me back and aggressively slams the door.
"God dammit!" He yells. "Guys, we've been made. We need to get out of here now!" Niall yells. Liam and Louis come rushing into the room.
"Did they see her?" Liam asks.
Before Niall can answer, my phone starts blasting Bruno Mars.
"Oh my god Madison! You are all over the internet! You are the One DIrection mystery girl! You are totally famous! Twitter is bombed with your face. You even have your own hashtag! #1DmysteryBlonde. Are you with them? Everyone knows your face now!" Emily screams into my phone. I don't answer and just press end.
"Guys, my picture is already online." I say, clearly mortified.
"Alright let's call Paul and security and clear this all up," Louis suggests.
"What do I do?" I turn to a very clueless Niall.
"I don't know Madison. I don't know."
