My Angel ~One Direction~ (severe editing)

Chapter 7

~My Angel~

Chapter 7

Niall's P.O.V

As I woke up the next day, all I could think about was about the clubbing Zayn, Liam, Louis, and I did last night. Even though I didn't drink that much last night—heck, I only had three or four beers in the course of an hour—I still woke up with a massive headache.

I got up out if bed and walked into the bathroom. I decided to take a shower because I felt grimy from last nights events. That was one hell of a night. I truly do hope that Louis, Zayn, and Liam don't remember anything. That would just be awkward. But I could still blackmail them about it hehe...

Getting out of the shower, I dried off and walked into the hotel room. I got dressed and looked at the time—holy f*ck! It's only 8 in the morning! I DEFINITELY should NOT be awake right now. Especially after last night. Speaking of which, I still had a massive headache.

I searched through all my luggage in search for some Panadol, and you know my luck, there was none. I tried calling the front desk but they said that they "didn't have any." Pr*cks. What kind of hotel doesn't have Panadol? Aghhhh.

After hanging up with the front desk, I grabbed my wallet and phone and left the hotel in search for a pharmacy. After what felt like forever in searching (but it actually only about 30 minutes) I stumbled upon a Walgreens. I went inside and continued on my hunt for Panadol.   After 15 minutes of searching, I just about gave up. I could not find the Panadol ANYWHERE. I swear, it's just starting to feel like the hotel all over again. Seeing my dilemma, the sales woman waltzed over to me, swaying her hips as she did so. Whaaat?

"Need any help there, darling?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at me. God no. This isn't happening.

"Uh... y-yeah I need s-some help find s-some Panadol, p-please," I stuttered. She was leaning towards me trying to be seductive. No. Just no.

"Silly boy," she teased poking her finger at my chest. "It's right here!" she said while extending her long, bony, manicured nail over to the rack that was right next to us.

I mentally facepalmed. I'm such an idiot. "T-thanks."

"Anything else you need?" she purred while smiling seductively. She may have been attractive to other guys eyes, but not to mine. She had WAY to much makeup on, and she looked like she was orange. Definitely not my type.

"N-no I'm f-fine. I'll j-just be checking out n-now." I said while stuttering again, uncomfortably making my way to the cashier as I felt her gaze making her way up and down my body.

Running to make her way to the register before me, she whispered something into the cashier's ear that made him nod and leave. "I'm Kamlynn, and I'll be checking you out today."

"Like you already have been doing for the past few minutes..." I muttered under my breath.

The woman, whose name I just learned was Kamlynn—what kind of f*cking odd name is that?—cocked her head to the side. "What did you say sweetie?"

"N-nothing, nothing. Just h-here, t-take it please." I said while handing her the package of Panadol.

She scanned the package, then handed it back to me. "Cash or credit?"

"C-credit," I said, still stuttering. I needed to get over that, but she was just making me feel so damn uncomfortable. If the lads could see me now—nervous, sweaty, stuttering—they would be laughing their asses of. But hey, it's not my fault! She's making me feel uncomfortable, and not in a good way.

I swiped my card and typed in my PIN number, 6969, and accepted the transaction. She handed me the receipt, but not before scribbling down her phone number at the bottom. She made the call me motion with her hands and I could feel my face getting hot and red. I ran out of the store and practically all the way back to the hotel.