I am. I am. I am. -- Chapter One: Move

Chapter 13: The Morning After

I woke up and the clock on Niall's desk read 7:45. I rolled my eyes in disgust. I wiggled out from under Niall's arms.

I had a hangover. It was inevitable. My head was pounding. I made my way to the bathroom, and puked up my guts.

I layed on the floor for a moment or two. NIall had some mouthwash on his sink so I made use of it.

I heard a knock at the bathroom door.

"You ok?" He asked in that morning voice that I enjoyed.

"Fine-ish." I grumbled.

I stepped out of the bathroom.

"You don't look so good." He grimaced.

"I am pretty sure I am dying." I groaned.

"Take a shower it will help. . ." He smiled.

"I don't have clothes here," He was looking at me like I was an idiot, "What?!" I asked.

He grabbed my hand and led me back to his bedroom.

There it was again; That overwhelming electric current.

"You can borrow some of mine," He smirked, "You can just stay here today, you need to get better." He sounded worried.

"Its nothing, just a hangover, I'm fine." I grumped.

He stared at me blankly. Then he walked over to the curtain and opened it slightly, letting a ray of light shine across my face.

"OW!" I groaned.

"Still want to walk home?" He was always so damn smug!

I stomped over and took the clothes and then proceeded to stomp my way to the bathroom. He laughted at me my whole way there.

I shut the door. I tried to lock it but it wouldn't work.

"Its broken!" He yelled.

"Great." I muttered.

I stripped down and fixed the water so that it was steaming hot. I washed my hair and the squirted some body wash into my palm. It smelled so good.

I finished washing and stood in the shower for a minute. He was right the hot water did help. .

I dired off and put on the sweatpants and t-shirt he gave me.

"Do you have a comb or brush or something?!" I yelled. 

"Yeah!" He yelled.

He tapped at the door. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah." I sighed.

He opened the medicine cabinent and reached tward the top. I watched the muscles in his exposed arms flex as he grabbed a small brush and handed it to me.

He shut the door and I began to comb through the dreadful mop on my head.

I wondered around the house looking for Niall. He was in the living room playing FIFA when I finally found him.

"Do you want to play?" He asked without breaking his concentration on the T.V.

"No." I laughed shaking my head.

I sat down in the chair opposite the couch he was sitting on.

"Too good to sit with me, eh?"

I shook my head. He pushed pause and patted the spot on the couch next to him. I walked over and plopped down beside him.

"You smell good." He smirked.

I giggled, "Don't you mean you good?"

"Guess so . . " He grinned.

He resumed playing his game. My head was still pounding it made me exhausted. I yawned.

"Take a nap if you want." He shrugged.

I took the liberty of squishing myself into a ball on the couch.

He laughed at me. "You know you can stretch out," I didn't want to be awkward and hang myself all over him. I was still overly embarassed about last night. I was not really sure where we stood, "Stop overthinking everything."