Piece By Piece || n.h.

3. No Control

Lexi's P.O.V

Seriously, Stacey snores hella loud and I honestly need to tell her about that. I do not think I have ever heard her snore, especially this loud. I also do not recall going home last night, so I'd like to assume that Stacey dragged my drunk ass home.

I'll have to apologize for that.

A swimmy feeling in the back of my head came in waves as I slowly opened my eyes in the dimly lit room. Thick curtains covered the window, making me wonder when the hell I decided to buy those. I mean, they weren't even my kind of style; however, they did look very familiar to me.

I fully opened my eyes and confusion clouded my mind as I took a look aroung my room, coming to the conclusion that this was not my room at all. I began to remember that I was still in Louis and Zayn's house, probably because I passed out at the party yesterday. I do remember drinking quite a lot last night, which probably explains why everything is so hazy. What I don't remember is what happened after my memory decided to check out.

I yawned and sat up to strectch, but I froze immediately as I noticed an arm around my torso. I listened again, noticing that the snore was way too deep to be coming from Stacey, which made my heart drop to the ground. I followed the arm to see who it belonged to and my entire life came crashing down as I saw the sleeping figure of my ex boyfriend, Niall Horan.

My mouth dropped open and I covered my mouth. "Oh shit," I whispered, trying my best not to wake him up. "Fuck, no no no no no," I breathed and picked his arm up with the tips of my fingers, slowly scooting away from under his grip and replacing my spot with a pillow. Luckily, by the time I was done, soft snores still escaped his mouth.

I sighed in relief and ended up panicking again as looked down at my body, noticing that I was almost completely naked, only having a bra on. I dashed to the mirror and looked at myself, finding red marks all over my neck and down my chest.

"No," I whispered lowly and shook my head. I frantically searched around the room for any of my clothes that I came in last night, but unfortunately found my t-shirt torn right down in the middle. "What the fuck?" I said quietly and tossed it on to the bed. I yanked on my shorts that I found on the artificial tree that was in the room, and slowly opened the drawers to find a shirt of any kind to borrow.

I groaned, finding absolutely nothing. Determined to get out of here with clothes on, I tiptoed over to the closet, crossing my fingers and praying that I would at least find something there. After opening it, I mentally high fived myself as I saw a few of Louis' old shirts in a box labled Garage Sale: Louis' Items, and put on the first shirt that was on top of the pile.

Watching Niall, praying that he wouldn't wake up, I tiptoed backwards until I felt the door handle at the palm of my hand, and bolted.

I looked around the messy house, finding people passed out on everything, from furniture to kitchen appliances. Scrunching my nose, I dashed past all of these people and tried to remember where I saw Stacey last and where I put my purse.

Couch, I remembered immediately as memories from last night flashed back at me, and I grabbed it the moment I saw it. I recall spending nearly the entire night on that couch, watching Stacey throw herself all over...LIAM!

"Liam," I muttered to myself and remembered that he and Stacey had retreated to the bedroom next to the living room. After wobbling a bit from this hangover, I tiptoed over to the room and slowly opened the door.

I was a little surprised to find Stacey and Liam cuddled up next to each other, sleeping soundly and peacefully. I also noticed that Stacey was wearing Liam's shirt from last night, and Liam was completely shirtless with his arm around her.