Nobody Compares

Chapter 26- Pleasureful

When we got home, I put everything away, but Niall told me to stay in the living room, and not to look. Soon it smelled delightful. "It's finished!" He poored whatever it was into a bowl, and put it on the table. He did the same. "Don't come in here yet! Wait, can you go into the bedroom? I'll get you when its ready." I nodded, and walked into the bedroom. While Niall was doing whatever, I made the bedroom, and snooped around. I was hoping to find the phone Niall had. He was talking to Harry the other day. 3 days ago. Wow, it passed quickly. I didn't find the phone, sadly. 

I found the box of condoms Tom was talking about. They were labeled size small, and I laughed. Did he think Niall could fit those? After seeing Niall, I was one hundred percent sure they couldn't possibly fit. 

I cleaned the bathroom, and dusted the bedroom. I closed the shades, seeing it was already beginning to set. We didn't even have lunch today. We must've been at the store for hours. Wow, it didn't seem so. 

I layed onto the newly made bed, slightly dozing off. Finally I heard the knock, as Niall opened the door. "I'm so sorry that it took so long beautiful." My heart fluttered, despite the drowsiness. I stood up, feeling as if I were drunk. I almost fell over, but Niall helped me up. He pushed behind my knee cap, lifting me up as if I were his bride. "One day," he mumbled, "I'll pick you like this, but you'll be wearing white, and I'll be wearing a tux, and your last name will be Horan." Why was this boy so sweet. "You're my one and only," he sang softly, walking through the narrow hall. My toes brushed the walls lightly. 

Soon an aroma entered my nose. It was delicious. Niall sat me in the metal chair, and pushed me in. "Thank you, pookey bear." I laughed lightly. I looked around. All the lights were dimmed, maybe off. There was a rose, perfectly placed in the middle of the table. There was a bowl of stew with meat right in front of me, with a glass of champaghne. 

Throughout the whole dinner we talked about so many things. We were so similiar. I drowned down a few glasses of champaghne, while Niall stuck to water. Soon I was drunk, beyond belief. 

"Niall," I remember slurring. 

"Yeah? Are you okay?" 

"Uh ... Oh I know, hi!" I giggled eventually trying to stand up. With my drowsiness, and alcohol mixed I was .... oh wait .... no words possibly describe me at that stage. "Oh it's 11:11 make a wish!" I screamed laughing, singing Austin Mahone's song [A/N anyone else love him? Listening to him while I write!] 11:11.

I tried walking to the bedroom, but I fell onto the couch. "You're a funny drunk," Niall said between laughs. 

"I love Barney because he loves me! Ba da da McDonalds!" He laughed loudly. "Why are you laughing at me?" I did a bad puppy face as clouds covered my vision. 

"You're just so cute!" He giggled, as I pulled his wrist. I don't remember anything after that.

I woke up in the morning with nothing on, except the blanket covering me. I had Niall's shirt over my head, on my neck but my hands weren't in it. I'm started to feel happy I don't remember last night. I didn't have to bad of a hangover. An Advil covered the headache. 

I pulled the shirt as low as I could, but it didn't stretch past my butt. It was so short it could be my shirt, except it was a lot wider. 

I looked around the room, finally spotting my shorts. I slid them on, and woke Niall up. "Niall," I asked worriedly. "What did I do last night?" Blood rushed to my cheek, showing how embarressing this was. For one, Niall doesn't fit the condoms, if he did use one. Two, I'm on my period. Three, I woke up undressed.

"Don't you remember?" I shook my head, my heart still beating fastly. "Well you got drunk..."

"And I woke up completely naked because ... ?" 

"Well you just started getting undressed and I took my shirt off and put it on you because I knew you only did it because you were drunk." 

"We didn't... you know right?" He shook his head with a chuckle.

"Nope. You're safe." I blew a gust of morning breath and relief. I jumped into the shower, but this time I put the small chair against the door. 

"If you have to pee," I was telling Niall from inside the bathroom, yelling over the water, "go outside." I giggled and got into the shower. I cleaned myself perfectly. When I got out I took a look in the body length mirror. My hair only had one peice of blonde hair left. I sighed and dried it quickly. When I left the bathroom I felt clean. I washed the drunk off me. 

"Guess what?" Niall's voice rang out through the house. I pulled my hair out of the towel, throwing it in the dirty hamper. 

"What?" He smiled bigly.

"Tomorrow, we can go home." He stayed silent, listening to me jump around happily. His face turned sour. "Do you not like being here with me?" 

"Oh, no, that's not it Niall! I just miss my family. I haven't seen them." He shrugged it off, and took my hand. "We could leave tomorrow." 

We spent the whole day watching television. I think we both thought so much about leaving. It seemed to sound wonderful.