Never Forget [book one]

Chapter Sixty-Five

Chapter Sixty-Five~

Rosaline's POV:

In the middle of the night at like about 2:30am, I realized I had slept the rest of the after noon, though I was hoping to be up when Ed got back.

I noticed the door wide open, letting in the dim corridor lights.

Usually the heavy door would swing shut by itself, but it was open wide...

I stiffly flicked on the bedside lamp. "Who's there?"

No answer.

I couldn't see anyone either.

Regardless my feelings towards them all, I couldn't stand being alone, because I was scared, so I was going up to Suite 1-D, because Ed wasn't here anymore.

I grabbed my phone, and a pillow, and I was out the door.

Though I felt watched, I trudged to the elevator instead of running. My foot had this severe ache in the centre probably from the glass that got stuck in my foot.

Is it normal that I don't remember anything from the night that I got drunk? All I know is that I'd ended up with Niall and he took care of me in return of doing the same to him on his drunken night.

My heart seemed to have begun to beat rapidly at the thought of seeing Niall, but he was most likely to be asleep by now.

I bet you ten euros that Louis would open the door.

I did this soft knock on the door, because I knew Louis was probably on the couch watching TV this late.

Just as the door swung open about 30seconds later, I begin hesitantly hugging my pillow.

At first he was grumpy looking, but then his eyes widened, not having expected me. It was Niall.

"Rosaline..."

"Can I sleep here? I'm scared of sleeping alone."

Okay, so maybe I was wrong... But not completely. Just past Niall was a sleeping Louis on the couch... He was obviously watching tv earlier.

"S-sure. Yeah."

I let go the fact that I was suppose to be mad at him, but if he didn't fall asleep early, maybe we could talk...

I stepped past him, looking around as if I hadn't been here before.

Louis and Liam were asleep on the couches with the tv playing. Zayn was just drifting into sleep, trying to stay up and watch TV.

After Niall closed and locked the door, he begun walking away. "Make yourself at home."

I don't know where I thought I'd sleep... There wasn't any comfortable spots in the living room the weren't already taken. And there wasn't an extra bedroom.

The tub?

"W-where you going?" I asked Niall.

"My room." He turned into

the corridor for the rooms.

"Can I come?" I half yelled, then listened close for him to reply to me.

What was I thinking? To sleep with the boy, and expect us to make up? Hoe Alert.

"Okay."

Did I mention that I was barefoot all this time, and that I still had on earlier's clothes?

I rounded the corner to Niall's room hugging my pillow tighter, with my chin buried into it.

He was sitting on his bed, leaning against the headboard with his laptop on his lap.