One Night Stand Gone Wrong *COMPLETED*

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I woke up to the sound of my door opening and the closing again. I rolled over and rubbed my eyes before looking over towards it. Stacey was standing there, dumbfounded. "Morning," I mumbled, before sitting up.

"Oh god! Please cover up!" she screamed, covering her eyes.

"What?" I looked down to see that I was completely naked. I grabbed for the blankets and covered myself. "What the fuck happened last night!?"

"I don't know, all I remember is chilling in that glass room, everything after that is a blur. I woke up naked too."

I looked around to see if there was anyone else in the room. "Was there anyone in here before you came in?"

"No, I wondered the same thing when I woke up."

I rubbed my head in confusion. "What the hell?"

"I think we should go get some breakfast, I feel like shit and you look like shit so I think we need it," she laughed as she went back out my door, closing it behind her.

"Arh!" I grumbled as I got up off of the bed and walked into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw multiple hickeys on my neck. I leaned in closer to check them out. "Who the fuck did this?" I asked myself before shaking it off and getting in the shower. Whilst I was washing my body, I managed to find a hickey on my right boob as well as on my hips. Whoever I was with must have enjoyed themselves. I just wish I knew who it was.

Ashton P.O.V.

"Ash!" My eyes flew open at the sound of someone screaming my name.

"What!"

"How did we get home?"

I looked over to see all the boys, except for Luke, looking how I felt. Like shit. "I don't remember," I mumbled as I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"Is that a hickey on your neck?" Michael asked.

"What?" I got up and walked over to one of the mirrors in our room. "What the hell?" I looked closer to see a purple bruise, or hickey, on my neck.

"Why is everyone being so loud?" We all looked over to see Luke sitting up on his bed. He looked at us all and then at me. "What's going on?"

"Ashton has a hickey on his neck and we can't remember how we got here yet alone who he was with to get that."

Luke looked at me and then the boys. "I don't remember, but I could kill for some food right now."

I wasn't hungry, I was just confused. What happened last night?

Allison P.O.V.

Stacey and I walked into the cafe down the road from where we were staying and ended up with everyone stopping what they were doing and staring at us. "What the fuck?" Stacey whispered as we walked up to the counter.

"Hi, what can I get you?" the woman behind the counter asked, putting the biggest fake smile on her face.

"Two bacon and egg sandwiches and two flat whites with three sugars please."

"Sure, that will be $20.50." I paid her the amount owed, took our number and walked over to the table that was out of everyone's sight.

"Why the hell is everyone staring at us?" I asked, just as we sat down.

"I have no idea, normally everyone just ignores us, now it's like we're famous or something. I actually really hate this."

"So do I."

Just then, the waitress came over with our food, placing it down on the table before storming off back to the counter to serve more people.

"Ok, seriously, what the hell is going on?"

"If I knew the answer, I would tell you, but I don't, so I can't."

I felt someone sit on the seat behind me, causing Stacey to glare. "Those girls are staring at us too.

"They aren't even pretty enough for them," I heard someone whisper behind me.

"I know. Why would Ashton pick someone like her?" the other one stated, making Stacey slam her hands on the table as she got up and walked over to them.

"Stac, don't!" I tried to stop her but she was already at the table behind me.

"What is your problem!" she screamed at the girls, causing everyone to stop and stare again. Great.

"You and that slut don't deserve Ashton and Luke!" one of the spat at her. I could tell that Stac was about to say something back before I stood up and dragged her out of the cafe.

We walked back to the hotel/motel in silence, neither one of us knowing what to actually say.

Once in my room, I fell backwards onto my bed and let out a frustrated sigh. Stacey came and laid next to me, pulling out her phone, only to have heaps of notifications, followers and comments of stuff. I closed my eyes as I was about to fall asleep again, only to fling them back open in panic as I heard Stacey scream. "What?" I looked over at her, only to see her blushing while her hands were over her mouth and her phone was on her stomach, facing down. She didn't say anything, she just passed me my phone then put a pillow over her face and screamed again.

I looked at what was on her phone and put my hand over my mouth as well. It was a photo of her and the Luke Hemmings, making out on the dance floor. "When the fuck did you make out with Luke Hemmings!?"

She removed the pillow and looked at me. "I can't remember last night and I certainly do not remember making out with Luke. Holy shit! Do you think we may have had sex?!"

"You lucky bitch!" I laughed as she began to blush again.

"I wish I could remember what happened last night, now that I've seen that picture. That's not even the only one, there's heaps from last night of us two sitting with the guys from 5sos. How can we not remember any of this?!"

If this is all true, then what if, maybe, just maybe, one of the member's from 5sos gave me these hickeys? What the hell happened last night?