Heather's P.O.V.
All I saw was light.
I quickly got up, and groggily looked around. Where was I? This didn't look like my room at all. Did I-? Nah, I couldn't have. Or maybe did I-?
"Did you have sex with me? No," said a voice. I looked up and saw a guy, around the same age as me, drinking a cup of coffee and smirking. He had blonde hair, dressed fairly well for pajamas, and had the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. Brighter than Nash Grier. That's saying something right there.
"We didn't?" I asked, fairly confused.
"No, but I feel like I do deserve it," he laughed, "but, I'm just kidding of course," laughing awkwardly after he noticed my piercing glare.
"So what really happened, Mr. Smarty-Pants?" I asked.
"First of all, the name's Niall. Second of all, you were drugged. Obviously by mistake, but it's too late now," he responded, with a cute Irish accent.
"So, I wasn't r-r-" I stammered.
"Raped? No, I chased down the guy who did it, and found his just as he was about to- do things," he answered, taking a sip of his coffee.
"That's great, thank you so much! I assume you brought me back to your place, then?" I asked, getting up and touching up my hair and clothes.
"Yep, and I found some chick for the guy, so he won't even remember you. I did leave him a note, so I'll talk to him later. I guess you can call me your knight in shining armor?" he said shyly, hiding his flustered face behind the coffee mug.
"Ha-ha, I guess so! I was wondering, can you drive me back to my house, so I can get a fresh set of clothes? You can bring your coffee mug to hide behind," I teased.
"Sure! If you let me take you out on a date? It's the worst time to ask, but it's now or never, am I right?" he asked, as red as a tomato by now.
"Of course, I have to pay back my knight in shining armor!" I giggled.
"So you don't mind if I do.. this?" he murmured, leaning in and giving me a small peck on the lips.
"Not at all, Niall the knight," I teased, making him more embarrassed.
All of a sudden, there was a loud banging at the door.
"Niall! Open up! We need to talk! Now!" a voice shouted behind the door.
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