Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

Recollections - Chapter 42

Heyy! (: So, I think this is a little longer than normal.. Anyways, please comment your suggestions or anything (:

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I woke up to a complete dark room. I couldn't tell if it was day or still night. I had my blinds down and then my black curtains pulled over the windows. I rolled over, and looked over towards the door. I could see light showing through the bottom, so it either was morning, or someone had a light on. I went to reach for my phone, but then I remembered I don't have a phone anymore. I had an alarm clock, but it was facing the other way. I groaned reaching out to it, and turning it around. It was a little past 10.

I rested my head back down on my non-fluffed pillow and kept flipping it over and over trying to figure out which side was colder. I sighed, giving up, and just sat there trying to keep my eyes closed and to try and go back to sleep, but it wasn't working. My eyes just didn't want to stay closed. 

Within a matter of seconds, I could hear all the noise coming from downstairs. I heard someone yell Harry's name, followed my Harry shouting it wasn't his fault. I figured I wasn't going to get very far with my sleeping, so I pulled the covers off, and slipped on some slippers. I took off my beanie, and switched it with my red one. I took of my bloody sweatshirt, that still smelt like alcohol, and threw it in my hamper. I pulled open my drawer, and pulled out a plain green v-neck tee. 

I didn't really feel like changing my pants, and they weren't dirty, so I just kept them on. I slowly opened my door so I could adjust to the light, and then once my eyes were focused, I started walking towards the stairs. I looked at the doors, and saw everyone's door open except for Niall's. My guess what that he was still in bed from his hangover.

I slowly worked my way down the steps, and then once I reached the bottom, I continued at my regular pace, walking towards the kitchen where I could smell something being made. 

I walked in and saw Liam and Louis sitting at the table with their laptops. Harry was over at the stove with a chef's hat on, and Zayn was sitting on a bar stool watching Harry. My guess was that it was Zayn who yelled.

"What's with the yelling?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. I figured all my makeup was off my face by now. I could feel just a slight headache starting to kick in. Great. Just was I needed.

"Did I wake you?" Zayn asked.

I shook my head.

"Oh. Well good. Harry here spilt some batter all of the floor."

"It wasn't my fault!" He turned around with spatula in his hand, looking right at Zayn. "Monk ran in, and he walked right in front of me."

"Where is he?" I asked.

"Over here." Liam said.

I walked over and then I could see Monk sitting on Liam's lap. I reached down and picked him up, getting a whole bunch of doggy kisses on my face. 

"Where's his ball?" I asked.

Louis reached out, keeping his eyes on his laptop, and dropped the blue squeaky ball in my hand. 

I held the ball out in front of Monk and I.

"You want the ball? You want the ball, Monk?" I taunted him holding it out in front of him.

"You want it? Ready?" I put him on the floor, and he kept his eyes on the ball in my hand.

"Go get it!" I threw the ball, and it went out of the kitchen, and it bounced onto the couch in the living room. I watched as he took off after it, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He ran as fast as his little feet could take him. Soon enough, those little feet are going to be huge and he won't be so little anymore.