I wake up in a four star hotel. WTF?, I think. I have a HUGE hangover. I don't know how or why, but I'm in an old T-shirt, 2 sizes to big for me. I finally remember. Niall. Tom. The lights. THe drinks. The drugs. It hurts to think that I was sooooo weak. Why? Why did I give in? I roll over. Niall is by my side. "Niall?" I say. I can see that he has a hang over too.
"Hm?" He manages.
"What time is it?"
"Six."
"I need to go. I have to be back in the states by noon."
"Do you have to?"
I wish I could say yes, but in truth, I knew the answer I had to say. "I have to go."
"Are we dating?" Niall asks sitting up.
"Yes. If your asking. Will you call me?"
"Every day."
"Will you text me?"
"Every hour."
"Will you think of me and miss me?"
"Every minute."
He stood up and kissed me on the lips. "Niall, will you love me?
"Every second."
He kissed me again. I went to the bathroom changed and my clothes.
"Good-bye Niall. I love you."
"Bye, Princess. I love you."
