Chapter Eighteen - Sex With Niall

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The next morning, you’re almost too terrified to go downstairs.  You press your ear to the door.  When you hear nothing, you cautiously open it.  There isn’t a sound in the house.  You’re half relieved and half even more terrified. 

When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you nearly scream when you see Louis slumped against the wall there with his head hanging limp.  A bottle is shattered around him.  You place a hand to your mouth in shock.  Then you look to your left and see Niall sprawled out on the floor, face-first.  Harry is stretched out on one couch.  You are disgusted to find his clothes soaking wet with wine.  You jump to find Zayn at your feet with one hand up on the couch. 

You are relieved to see Liam sitting normally on the other couch with his arms folded in his lap.  He has huge bags under his eyes, and his hair is wet with beer.  You cautiously approach him and touch his shoulder.  Liam awakes instantly.  His arm flies up and nearly smacks you in the face.

“Liam!” you yell.

Liam groans.

“Liam…are you okay?” you ask.

He stands up slowly and nearly falls on you.

“Liam, are you alright?!” you yell.

“Shh!” he scolds, placing a wine-smelling hand over your mouth.  “I’m…alright…” he groans.

“Are you sure?” you ask, taking his hand off your mouth.

“Yeah…” he groans.

Liam starts walking toward the kitchen, but he doesn’t get far when he suddenly falls and uses the fireplace for support.

“Liam!” you say.

“I’m alright!  I’m just a bit dizzy…don’t worry…I’m not going to hurt you…” he moans, standing again. 

He turns to you and relies on you heavily for support as his hands grasp your shoulders firmly.  His breath engulfs you and you cough.

“Sorry…” he says, only breathing more on you.  “Oh…I’m so dizzy…”

You catch Liam the best you can to keep him from collapsing onto the floor.

“Liam, you need to sit down,” you say, helping him onto the couch again.

“We had a crazy night last night…suddenly I didn’t know what I was doing…the boys went absolutely crazy.  Zayn and Louis suddenly went after each other with wine bottles…Niall wouldn’t stop yelling…he started pouring wine and beer on everyone…” Liam says, slowly remembering.

All of a sudden, you hear Louis groan.  You look over at him to see him fall over on his side, onto the shattered glass.

“You need to get back upstairs!” Liam suddenly says.

“What?”

“The boys will still be groggy,” Liam explains.  “They’ll still be drunk.”

Suddenly Harry shouts, making you both jump.  His arm unfolds and falls off the couch, hitting Zayn’s head.  Zayn begins to grumble and move about.

“Go!” Liam shouts.  “Go now!  I’ll keep them downstairs.”

You see the concern in his face and soon you’re rushing past Louis and up the stairs.  You watch the boys down below in fear behind the railing.  Harry is the first to wake up.  He slowly sits up in his sopping wet clothes.

“Good morning, Harry,” Liam says.

Harry only groans as Liam feared.

“Harry, are you okay?” Liam asks him.

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