Running Wild (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Running wild - Chapter 6

Walking back to the tent felt like the impossible task. From my hips downwards everything ached and was sore, no man had made me feel like this so why Niall? Could he be the one?

When I finally stumbled back to the tent Meli and Becky were already there. They had packed up our stuff and were ready to leave.

"I don't want to leave!" I moan. My hips are killing me. We walk to the train station and are on the first train back to Solihull.

"Good luck with your parents!" Meli laughs as her and Becky disappear into the darkness. I am left alone outside my house holding the tent.

Act sober. I remind myself as I knock on the door. My dad appears and lets me in without saying anything. Why isn't he shouting at me?

"Did you have fun at Beckys?" He yawns. Becky covered for us?

"Um yeh it was great." I hear mum come down the stairs and she gasps.

"What the hell are you wearing Philippa?"

"What the fuck does it look like I am wearing?" I slur.

"You look like a slut! I never bought you those clothes? Have you been out in those?"

"Yes I went out clubbing with One direction and fucked Niall horan in a bathroom" I shout. Whoops. Everything had just come out.

"Are you drunk?" She screams. Fortunately she didn't believe my story.

"No" I stumble forward but loose my footing. I bend over and the in tier contents of what I drank tonight comes back up my throat and onto the hall floor. Oh shit.

"You've been drinking? What the hell Philly?!" Dad shouts and I storm up to my room. The door is slammed shut behind me and I take out the bottle from before and take a swig. That was it, I passed out on the floor. Images of Niall thrusting into me flashed in my head as I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

My eyes stung when I opened them to see mum pulling open my curtains. I am still on the floor. I lift my head up to look around but immediately put it back down. My head throbs and aches like never before, my worst hangover by far.

Mum looks around and sees I am awake.

"I think you and I better have a little chat don't you?" She picks up my bag and takes out the empty bottle and a packet of ciggies. Oh shit. I m totally screwed.

"It wasn't me" I croak, my throat is sour and a disgusting taste still lies on my tongue. I try to move but I can't. The lower half of my body seems to have got even sorer since last night and I can't lift my head.

"Don't even try with the excuses missy" Mum was taking the calm approach to the situation although I could tell she wanted to slap me and scream at me. Oh well, at least she didn't find the...oh shit. She waves the packet of condoms above my head and I groan.

"Think it's fun to go sleeping around? I can't believe you are having sex Philly! Do you want to get pregnant?"

"That's what the condoms are for mum" I chuckle and she glares at me.

"Do you want to be a whore? Who was it anyway? Where was it? And how many bloody times has it happened before?"

"It was Niall Horan, we fucked in a bathroom and it has happened five times now" I might as well admit it.

"Cut the crap about Niall Horan Philly this isn't a joke! Who was it?"

"For fuck sake Mum it was fucking Niall Horan!"

"Fine. If you won't tell me I am sure Meli will. What do you think her mum will think of all this? I am going over now!" She steps over me and slams the door causing my headache to get worse. I cover my eyes with my hands. I am totally screwed.