Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

Clueless - Chapter 44

Sorry if this is shorter :/ I'm been so busy it's not even funny..ugh I cannot wait until summer because then I can update a LOT more..

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I woke up to the sound of an ocean far away. I could hear the slight sound of waves of water crashing onto the sand, along with a faint salty ocean smell. I took a moment to try and figure out exactly where I was without moving, and came up with that I was in my bed, but I felt something heavy on the other side of the bed. I slowly rolled over, and saw Niall with his back to me. I didn't want to wake him, and I sat up a little, and then I saw the rest of the boys, on the floor and the furniture, in the room that was supposed to be mine and Niall's. 

Harry was spread out completely on the couch without a shirt on, Louis was on the floor with empty, open paper bags next to him, and I have no clue what they were for. I looked over at Zayn who was over by the door on the floor with an empty beer bottle tipped over on the floor, and Liam was curled up on the chair right next to where Zayn was. Everyone was completely asleep.

I tried to remember what happened last night, but I couldn't remember anything. I don't know where we went, what we did, or how we even ended up back here. All I could recall was coming back from dinner in the van, and that was it. 

I felt a headache starting, so I tried to slowly crawl out of bed, but there was a Niall in the way. My side of the bed was against a wall, so I either had to go over Niall, or climb to the end of the bed. 

Just as I got the covers off me, and was going to move towards the end of the bed, Niall rolled over so he was facing me. I froze in my spot, since I didn't know if he was awake or not. 

I kept my eyes on his closed ones, sort of expecting them to flutter open, but they never did. Once I figured I was safe to move, I slowly scooted my legs down. I looked away from Niall and over towards the edge of the bed, but then I felt a pair of hands grab onto my waist and pull me back, and I was back to where I started, but face to face with Niall.

"Where do you think you're going?" He whispered, keeping his eyes closed.

"I was going to go get some pain reliever," I replied.

His eyes shot open and looked straight into mine.

"Why? What's wrong? What hurts?"

"Don't worry, it's just a slight headache," I assured him.

"Oh, alright. That's not that bad."

I nodded.

Niall still had his arm around me, keeping me to him, so I figured I wasn't going to be going anywhere unless I forced myself away, which probably wouldn't work either. 

"What happened last night?" I asked him, keeping my voice low.

He opened his mouth to replied, but nothing came out. He furrowed his eyebrows, so I figured he didn't know either.

"I don't know, why?"

"Because all the other boys are in here with us, all passed out around the room."

His eyebrows raised, and he released his grip around me so he could turn over and look.

"Would you look at that," He said, while scanning over the room.

"What's with the paper bags?" He asked me.

I shrugged. "I haven't the slightest idea."

"Well, there must have been some drinking going on last night if Zayn's got an empty bottle next to him."