Secret Lovers // N.H.

Chapter Nine

There is a pounding in my head; a loud and annoying pounding that started the moment I hear voices somewhere distant. There’s a really bright white light that’s also taken over my eyes, the brightness expanding as soon as I open my eyelids. The curtains are closed but yet I can still see and feel the intensity of the white rays, especially the mini opening where the curtains meet in the middle.

The voices start to become clearer as I sit up, my legs and arms feel weak like pressure had been on them the whole night. I stand up to see I’m wearing an oversized black t-shirt that reaches mid thigh and black boxers that I don’t remember putting on the night before. When I go to the mirror I almost scream. I look like a witch by the way my hair is tangled up and pointing in all directions, my eyes are covered in mascara and my lips are red and swollen.

I finally decided to look around the room, which I soon recognize as Liam’s. Luckily he has a bathroom in there so I rush to it. Turning the faucet on I wash every piece of make-up off and try to untangle my mess of hair with my hand. When I decide I look have decent, I head out. Before I can open the door handle, the familiar voices outside make me stop.

“You shouldn’t be here Niall. Give her some time to rest.” Liam says in his fatherly tone.

“No, I want to see she’s okay.” The angelic voice says back.

“I think you did enough last night. You didn’t even bother bringing her back when she needed someone, I had to step in and-”

Both pair of eyes turn to look at me once I opened the door before he could continue talking, afraid of the things he was going to say.

When I look at Liam he gives me one of his famous concerning and reassuring smiles. When I turn to look at Niall, he’s staring me up and down with concern as well. A second later, the memories from last night come rushing in like a cold night’s air. My eyes widen at the memories and I feel sad, angry and betrayed all at the same time.

I remember walking when this vision of Niall kissing and caressing another girl who wasn’t me sets in, his hands cupping her face and holding her small waist like he does to me sometimes. I can also remember the exact look Niall had when he saw me. He looked shocked for a second but he never stopped kissing her, never stopped to ask if I was okay.

“Why are you wearing Liam’s clothes?” Niall asks angrily. His eyebrows are furrowed in wonder. I follow his eyes down to wear they linger on my body and shrug. I really didn’t know and truthfully I didn’t want him to know either. Let him believe what he wants.

Both pair of eyes follow me as I make my way to the small kitchen where I grab a glass of milk and sit on a stool. I ignore the bad headache and sit still, taking small gulps of the white liquid.

“Why is she wearing your clothes?” Niall asks Liam with more aggravation than before since I wouldn’t respond.

Honestly I was kind of curious about it too since I had no recollection of what happened after I puked my guts out behind that dumpster.

“I was not going to let her sleep in her small dress so I gave her my clothes to change into so she could go to sleep more comfortable, that’s all.” He shrugs.

“When did I change into them?” I finally speak and my voice sounds a little deeper than usual.

“Uhmm..” Liam says. His face turns a shade of pink and I furrow my eyebrows, waiting for him to answer.

“You were pretty much passed out by the time we got back so I had to change you but don’t worry, I closed my eyes and I didn’t peak.” His face is completely red by now, but I can tell he’s telling the truth.