One (Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 4: At the House

Maggie Morgan

When I opened my eyes, it's already morning. My head aches and I don't feel like going out the bed. But the sun that slips on the blinds says that its late.

Wait, since when did we have blinds? All I know is that my room have pale colored curtains in its small window. Why the window seems to be as big as the door?

I looked around the room. It is big, twice as mine, gosh, the bed is king sized too. On the shelves, you can find some records, CD's, vinyls, and some trophies. There are also football stuffs like signed balls, and on walls are posters of Derby Football Club and One Direction. There are also guitars in this room.

Oh my god, where am I? How did I get here?

Gosh what have I done? Did I really messed with myself last night that I decided to go and have sex with someone I never knew? No. I know I will never do that.

Wait, what? My clothes are changed, who did this to me? Am I raped? No! This is a dream. Maybe this is all dellusion. I still have hangover. I really drank too much last night.

"So you're already awake." A guy came into the room, holding a mug. He's blonde, not that tall, his eyes are blue and he's wearing a white tshirt and sweat pants. Okay, he's not the ones who is likely to rape me.

"Where am I? How did I get here?" I asked.

"Uhm, you're in my house, in my room, specifically in my bed." he replied.

"How did I get here? What have you done to me? Why I'm not wearing my clothes? Where are they?"

"Hey, easy on questions, would you please ask one by one?" He said. His accent is quite different, somewhat like Irish. Maybe he's one of them.

"Fine. So how did I get here? Are you with me last night? I'm sorry I can't remember things clearly right now."

He walk towards the bed and give me the mug of coffee. "Drink that to lessen the hangover." he said. "You were at Funky Buddha last night. You're crying over your ex boyfriend who dumped you. Then you said you want to forget him so you drank, until you're very drunk, and I can't trust that you are capable of going home alone, so I decided to bring you here because I don't even know where you live, neither your name."

"Oh, sorry. Yeah, I remember that." I mumbled. "Gosh, I'm sorry. Maybe I caused too much casualties on you last night." I said. I'm so ashamed of myself right now. What are the other things I've done while I'm drunk?

"Yeah, you even puked at my car. That's so gross, you know that?" He said with disgust in his face."That's why your clothes are changed. Don't worry, I asked Mrs. Dunne, my neighbor next door, to do that, and I slept on the couch." He said then he flushed.

"Really? I don't remember that. What else have I done?"

"Not that much, you just cried and cried about your ex, you told me how he broke up with you, how he's so fucking stupid for dumping you just like that, and how much you love him even though he's so shitty."

Oh boy, this is so embarrassing. I can't believe I spill all this things in a total stranger.

"Seriously, that's so rude. Did I really said that?"

"Yeah, you keep on cursing him with every word you spoke. Then you cried again, and then you said that you need to forget him so you just went drunk."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I am really sorry. I was never like that, I swear, its my first time to do that in my entire life. I'm sorry sir." I apologized, gosh, this is so embarassing.

"Nah, it all happened. It's alright. Finish that so you can have breakfast, it's all ready at the table." He smiled then he leave.

So here I am in the room of someone I didn't know. He saw me ditched myself, and I caused too much trouble in his part, but still he helped me.

I looked around the room again, and the poster on the opposite wall caught my eye. I stared at the picture of One Direction hanging and I realized something: that guy looks like one of the members. No. He really is one of them!

Gosh Maggie, what have you done? You just slept in a One Direction member's bed! You even get drunk in front of him! You're so embarassing!

Now I'm so ashamed of myself. I don't even know how to talk to... wait, what's his name? There's Harry, the curly one, Zayn, that bad boy who has tattoos, Liam, Louis, and... oh yeah, probably he's the Irish lad, because of the accent. That blonde boy, what's his name again?

Niall. He's Niall Horan.

When I reached the kitchen he's already there, eating.

"I'm really sorry about what happened last night sir. I was really drunk, and I don't know what I'm doing. I don't mean to cause too much inconvinience on your part. Just tell me how I can pay you back and I will do everything I can just to return the favor." I said as I came towards the table. He just stared at me.

"Nah, don't mind it. It's fine, I just did what I think is the right thing to do. If I let you alone last night, I might not even slept well because there might be an unexpected situation that happened to you. And I can't bear that." He said then he continued eating.

I stand there thinking what to do next. I really feel uncomfortable now. Niall Horan of the world's biggest boy band is just in front me, having breakfast. His million fangirls might kill me now if they found this out.

"Hey, don't you want to sit down and eat?" He said after how many minutes.

So now I'm having a breakfast with a popstar.

He finished his food and left the table without a word.

"Here. I also asked Mrs. Dunne to wash them, you really puked all over it. You can use the bathroom and change." he said when he came back then hands me my clothes.

"Thanks." I said trembling then I stand up from my seat to go to the bathroom.

" Uhm, it is this way." He said and points in his left side.

"Oh, yeah, thanks." I said again. Gosh, why I'm so nervous right now?

His bathroom made me wow. As in WOW. I never saw a bathroom that is as big as a bedroom. Like seriously, how big is this house huh?

As I take the shower, I tried to recall all the happenings last night.

I went to Funky Buddha alone to have some drink because I am really troubled about my break up with Joey.

I am drinking alone.

Then I asked the DJ to replace the song. The bartender said don't get myself too drunk. I realized I'm stupid. I shouted over the counter too loud that the whole bar heard me. Then I asked the man sitting on the counter a few seats away from me if he is stupid too.

Okay, and that's how I met Niall.

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