Baby Direction.

The Morning After.

*Logan's Point of View.* 

My eyes flutter open and I find myself in an unfamiliar place. It's a hotel room, I know that much. 

I think I'm alone until I feel movement to my right. I sit up in bed and stare at the blonde head of hair next to me. My eyes widen as blurry memories from last night rush back to me. 

I had fallen into bed with Niall Horan. It isn't anything new, me sleeping around but I can't remember if we used protection last night. 

We were both so drunk.  

Niall stirs next to me and I get out of bed slowly. I just want a quick escape. I see Niall's phone on the bedside table so I pick it up and text myself from it. I save his number in my phone and mine in his. 

I pull on my pants from last night and a shirt as I walk out of the hotel room. I close the door quietly and slink down the hallway, making a break for it.  

*Niall's Point of View.*  

I wake up to someone pounding on my door. I roll over and realize that the girl is no longer in bed with me. I sigh angrily and get up to answer the door, my head pounding.  

Zayn is on the other side with a cup of coffee and breakfast sandwich. He hands them to me and I smile. This is my favorite hangover food and only my best friend knows that. 

"Thanks, man," I manage through a mouthful of sandwich.  

"No problem, Nialler," he says, pushing past me and into my room. 

He silently notes the messy bed and faint smell of perfume. He turns to me, grinning ear to ear. 

"You got lucky last night didn't you?!" he shouts. 

"Shhh!" I hiss, clapping my hands over my ears.  

"Oh, yeah. Hangover, sorry," he grins, "What was her name?"  

I smile sheepishly, blush and take another huge bite from my sandwich. Zayn's mouth drops and his eyes grow wide. He shakes his head in disbelief.  

"Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?" Zayn gasps playfully. 

I laugh and sit on the bed, rubbing my temples. My headache is massive and I know that this one cup of coffee isn't going to do it for me. 

"Hey, man," I say, "Could you run and get me another coffee. This hangover is more than two-cup worthy." 

Zayn smirks and nods, leaving the room. On his way past me, he claps a hand on my back. "Welcome to the casual sex club, young grasshopper."  

I laugh and Zayn leaves the room. I'm left alone to think about the nameless girl who rocked my world.  

My phone goes off and I lean over. It's a text from some guy named Logan Lockwood. I open it, puzzled.  

"Thanks for the good time last night, Niall. We should do it again sometime," I read outloud.  

I smile and my face burns with embarrassment when I realize that Logan is the girl I slept with last night. I lock my phone without replying.  

I'll make her suffer.