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Chapter 44

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Lexie's P.O.V:

"Wake up" I heard loud banging of kitchen ware and Niall's voice shouting from down stairs.

I quickly sat up and a frowned " what the fuck?"

Jasmine groaned from the other side of the room covering herself with a pillow "tell him to shut up" she mumbled

and then everything went dead silent and I prayed to the high heavens that Niall would give up and go back to damn sleep

"every body wake up" Niall repeated, banging the kitchen wear harder.

okay now fuck me.

I heard his voice only this time it was amplified by a mega phone

what the hell?! where the hell could he get that?!

Jasmine groaned a 'Lexie make him shut up' and I grunted and got out of bed stomping my way downstairs "Niall James shut the hell up Horan" I scowled and he chuckled

"it's 4 am hush it down and give the rest of us sleep" I frowned crossing my arms

"well I'm sorry babe but we have to get back to campus now" he grinned nearing me and kissed the top of my head and I frowned

wait? it all went by pretty quick.

"really?" I asked and he nodded "Harry's taking a bath right now" he grinned

"now go and take a bath I'll be making light snacks for the road"

I simply nodded and groaned walking upstairs

I let my heavy foot steps echo around the walls, last night was a blur all I remember is that I told Zayn that me and the others will be going to this beach party thing and I think I got too wasted

well fuck he's going to kill me

if you think about it the weekend went by pretty quick

I pushed the bedroom door open and threw my pillow at Jasmine "Jas get the hell up we need to leave" she got up and threw the pillow back. "fine" she raised her hands

she stretched and walked to the wall to turn on the light both our eyes popped once we see our room

"holy hell" I mumbled scanning our surroundings.

clothes were scattered all around, the luckily not broken lamp toppled over and curtains hanging by a thread

"okay Lex I'll leave you to it" Jasmine said and before I could stop her she already shut the bathroom door

fucking great.

there was this very, very noticeable pounding in my head and then I burp and this sour, familiar taste fills my mouth

holy shit.

I rush to the spare bathroom and vomit.

like vomit, like seriously draining myself dry.

I groaned and rest my head on my hand, for fuck's sake how much did I drink last night?

I literally sit there for a good 10 minutes or so just trying to piece together what the hell happened last night

well, we drank obviously, I talked to Zayn twice before the party and then everything went down hill. .

shit.

Zayn, holy fuck

I get up ignoring the throbbing of my head and brush my teeth, I quickly reach for my phone expecting to see messages or phone calls from Zayn but none.