Through The Dark

Aftermath

"What did we do...?" She whispers "Are you as hungover as I am?"

"Mmhm." I haven't taken a look at her and I was actually scared to see the damage that I probably did. I mean we're on the living room floor. It couldn't have been a very tame night. "I think I'm going to throw up..."

"Oh, my...Niall...Your back! I did that?!" She sits up and places her hand on my back, and it instantly begins to sting.

"You did! You were so squirmy!"

"Does it hurt? It's so red!"

"A little bit. Worth it." I laugh and turn around, ready to see the damage. She sits in front of me, still bare. Hickeys covered her body from top to bottom. "Good Lord...." I mutter. "Shit...Oh my God Samantha, your wrists." They were covered in large, black and blue bruises. "I'm sorry..." I take her hand in mine. "Do they hurt?" I kiss the top of her knuckles.

"Nothing I can't stand. Don't worry about it. Like you said, worth it." She winks and stands up. Her face cringes in pain and she puts her hand on her lower back. "Shit, you really did mess me up Niall." She picks up her ripped black dress. "Niall..." She sighs and shakes her head.

"I'll buy you another dress. I just couldn't wait for you to take it off." I say and stand up. My back seized up as well. I guess this is what getting old feels like. I start picking up our mess. The lamp was on the floor, along with several frames. Apparently I didn't have the decency to throw away the used condom, as it lays right in the middle of the floor.

Sam groans in pain again as she starts walking up the stairs. "Literally what happened last night? The inside of my leg hurts. Just the one." I follow her up the stairs and into the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so rough with you." I pull her close to my body and kiss her forehead. "I threw one of your legs over my shoulder. I couldn't control myself..."

"We were so drunk." She scoffs and pulls away. "I love you, Niall. And don't you feel bad about anything that happened. I obviously loved whatever happen, or I wouldn't let it happen. I'm glad you have a memory of the night. At least someone does. You smell like whiskey." She steps into the shower. "Go get dressed and I'll make us some comfort food."