Narry Story

Chapter 9

Niall's Pov:

When I wake up the next morning, it feels like someone is pounding my head with a hammer.

I groan, and rub the sleep from my eyes.

I was sleeping on the couch, and when I get up almost step onto Zayn.

Wait what the fuck happened last night?

Why were the boys here sleeping on my floor?

I couldn't think straight, my head was pounding.

So I climbed over Zayn, and went to the kitchen to grab water.

I drank half of the bottle, but my head was still hurting.

So I went into the bathroom, and popped two Advil.

I'm never drinking again.

Something bad had happened, I just knew it.

But what?

I was afraid to walk out into the living room, but I was going to have to face them eventually.

To my surprise all of them, were still asleep.

Even Zayn.

He drank a lot too, so that was probably why.

I sat back down on the couch, and just stared into space.

This was fucking awkward, which was weird because this was my house.

I climbed up the stairs, and finally went to my room.

Where I passed out in my bed.

The next thing I know is, someone jumping on me to wake me up.

I almost threw up, but I saw it was Harry.

"Wake up sleepy head," Harry says smiling.

His loud ass was hurting my ears.

I stretch, and slowly push Harry off of me.

Or try to, he's very strong.

"Styles come on," I say, rolling my eyes.

Harry jumps off of me laughing, and disappears down the stairs.