She's Not Afraid (1D)

I Will Kill You

**Taylor'sPOV**

I woke up the next day feeling like crap. I had a headache and I felt like I was going to be sick at any moment.

I tried to move to get up, but something was holding me in place. Looking around I saw Louis laid next to me, his arms securely wrapped around my waist.

"Wake up!" I yelled, slapping him in the face. He jerked away, but didn't wake up. I sighed and climbed over him, trudging to the door.

I couldn't remember much of last night, just little parts of it. I remember grinding on Louis, dancing on the table and trying to dance on the balcony railing, but that was all.

I groaned, opening the door and walking into the hall. I was halfway towards the bathroom when I turned back, going into my room and grabbing a baby blue skirt, white vest and a white see through button up blouse, as well as underwear.

I skipped back to the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. "DONT SLAM THE DOORS!" Sophie yelled.

"Don't slam the doors." I mocked under my breath and I turned the shower on.

I pressed shuffle on my phone and stripped down, hopping into the shower once the water was warm.

Fifteen minutes later and I was out, and dressed, my hair dry. I tucked my top into my highwaisted skirt and ran a brush through my hair a final time.

I opened my make-up bag, only taking out the essentials. I put some mascara and eyeliner on, adding a little bit of clear lip gloss as well.

I unlocked the bathroom door and skipped out, singing a random song. I'm pretty sure it was from Victorious.

I ran through the living room, into the kitchen. I opened the freezer and pulled out some vanilla ice cream, slamming it shut once I had what I wanted.

"Take a hint, take a hint, I am not your missing link--" I stopped singing when I looked up to see Niall stood in the doorway watching me. "Um, hi." I muttered, embarrassed.

"Hi." Niall grinned. I took in a deep breath. Maybe he didn't hear me singing? I'd feel guilty for bursting his ear drums. "You should sing more often, your voice is good." My face flushed as red as tomato soup and I chuckled nervously.

"Yeah... Well, I'm making my breakfast now!" I shouted, grabbing a banana out of the fruit bowel and some chocolate sauce from a cupboard.

I peeled the banana and cut up the banana, dumping it into a bowel. I scooped some ice cream into it as well. I squirted some chocolate sauce on top, in the shape of hearts and then grabbed a spoon out of a drawer.

I plopped down at the breakfast bar and dug into my ice cream sunday. "Is that healthy?" Liam asked, coming into the kitchen. I shrugged, shoving a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth.

"Oh meh fucking god. Heaven in a bowel." I said before stuffing my face with more ice cream.

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"TAYLOR! We have work!" Sophie yelled, trying to drag me out of the apartment.

"NO!" I clung onto the doorframe of my bedroom, refusing to move. "I don't want to go! I'm ill, I swear!"

"Tough! You're going to work!" We sounded more like a mother and daughter than best friends at that moment in time.

"No! Loubear, help me! Nialler? LiLi? Zaynie? Hazza? Someone help me!" I cried, regripping the doorframe.

"Taylor! Give up!"

"NEVER!"

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"Oh god, not you again." I groaned, looking at the group of boys from the other day.