Ninas London (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 43 (LAST CHAPTER)

This chapter's kind of a long one... But it's the LAST!! Leave feedback about the fic when you're done pleeeease(: Later I'll post more info on the sequel! Hope you like it!

xx Nina

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Someone pulls back the window curtains and lets blinding light into the room. I moan and pull the covers over my head, too tired to get up. I bounce up a little as someone sits on the mattress next to me, nudging my arm. I ignore it until the nudging becomes harder, and I swat the arms away.

"Oww!" Eleanor cries, giggling. She starts tickling my sides and I squeal, thrashing under the covers. I sit up to get her back but my head immediately starts throbbing. It feels like a brick hit me on the forehead and I moan, falling back onto the pillows. Suddenly I notice that I'm sweating and I kick off the heavy covers, feeling hot and tired and gross.

"Get up, sleepy," El coos, pulling my arms halfheartedly. I groan and pinch my eyes shut, just wishing for a few more hours of sleep. "We all overslept," she continues. "We have to leave in fifteen minutes to get to the airport at eight sharp. It's seven thirty now."

Three hours of sleep. "Too tired," I mumble, burying my head into a pillow.

"You'll have time to sleep on the plane!" El reminds me, pulling me up. My head feels twenty pounds heavier and I whimper. "Up. Now. I have Special K and Frosted Flakes when you're done packing." She leaves me to go wake up the others, who I see through the cracked door have crashed on the couch. I moan and fall back onto the bed, but Eleanor sees me and chucks a shirt at me.

"Up!" she cries, laughing. "I'm not being responsible if you miss your flight!" I curse under my breath and she walks away, laughing.

There isn't much for me to pack; my suitcase is already full. I pull out the same black leggings and white Converse from Monday's flight, along with an American flag jumper and my grey beanie. I lazily get dressed and stuff my club dress into the suitcase, zipping it shut. Then I stumble into the bathroom and cringe at my reflection - raccoon eyes, a glistening forehead, frizzy hair. I repair as much as I can with makeup wipes and a comb, then stumble into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal.

"I feel awful," I mumble as I grab a bowl and the box of Special K. El looks at me sympathetically as she gets the milk. "Want some medicine?" she asks. I shake my head, relying on the ten-hour plane ride to cure my quasi-hangover. I slowly down the bowl of cereal, stuffing the soggy corn flakes into my mouth as Caitlin and Lauren emerge from the bathroom, dressed in sweats.

"Mornin'," Lauren yawns. She grabs an apple and banana from the counter and starts to eat. Caitlin takes a seat next to me at the table, dropping her head into her crossed arms. I giggle and stand up to put away my cereal bowl.

"It's totally obvious that this was our first clubbing experience," I tell Eleanor, laughing. The headache is fading but I still feel dizzy as I lower the bowl into the sink with shaky hands. She smirks at me.

"Looks like everyone had fun last night," she says mischievously. "None of you could stay away from their certain someone the whole night!"

My cheeks burn at the memory of last night. Now that I think about it, even Lauren had met a guy in the crowd. I saw them dancing together only a few times during the night. "Shuddup," I mutter, giggling softly. With the strength of a gnat I swat El in the arm and then go collapse on the couch.

"No way," she calls, coming over to pull me up. "We are leaving right now. You can't be late for your flight."

"You say that like you wish we'd leave," Lauren teases, playing with Caitlin's messy bedhead.