Be My Mascot

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Bailey's POV

An unfamiliar scent makes its way through my nose. A light brightness peers through my eyelids. My brain is awakened.

I reach over to grab my treasured pillow that I have had since birth. It was given to me by my older brother, Danny. I cherish the pillow very much.

When my hands can't find the possession, panic strikes. My eyes shoot open, only to close seconds later when a blasting pain shoots through my head. I prop myself up on my shoulders. This room is not mine.

Band posters litter the plain, tan walls. The bed's duvet is a normal black, with one white stripe in the middle. Two desks are placed on either side of the dorm room. I look to one side of the bed to find a picture hanging on the bedside table. It's of the school's football team. My eyes seem to hover to a specific player. Niall.

Almost instantly, the thoughts flood through my brain. Last night, the party, the fruity drink, Brandon, Truth Or Dare, the kiss, the . . . Niall. Everything after the car ride with him is a blur. The pounding in my head makes it too hard to concentrate and think of anything that could have happened.

A figure abruptly strides into the room. Their face looks over to me.

"Niall?" I ask, swallowing the rising saliva.

"You're awake," he smiles.

I hastily rip my eyes from his body once I notice that the only clothing he's wearing is a towel.

"Oh my god, put clothes on now!" I demand, covering my blushing face with the bed sheets.

I hear Niall chuckle. "Well usually I don't have girls sleeping over every night. Sorry I had to take a shower," he dramatically states.

The sound of a drawer closing allows me to peak out. Niall pulls a shirt over his head, then replaces the towel with a pair of shorts.

"Yeah, I'm sure," I scoff at his comment of girls staying over.

"No, it's true," Niall shrugs, "Do you honestly think I sleep with different girls regularly?"

I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Then obviously you don't know me," he concludes.

"Apparently," I roll my eyes and tug the bed sheets off my body.

And somehow I thought I did know almost everything about him when we were dating.

Once I stand up and see my reflection in the mirror across the room, I scream.

"What?" Niall hurries, with a panicked look.

"What am I wearing?!" I shriek.

My hands roam over the boxer shorts. A light blue t-shirt adorns my torso. When the hell did I put this on? They aren't even mine!

"My clothes," Niall bluntly answers.

"Why am I wearing your clothes?" My voice is shaky and horrified like.

"Bailey, I didn't do anything, I swear. You changed yourself. I took you home so you could get away from...from the party. You left your key at the house and couldn't get into your dorm room. Which, by the way, you'll need to get an extra key made. Anyway, the only solution I could think of was that you would stay the night in my room," Niall summarizes the previous night in one quick breath.

So I'm in Niall's room, wearing Niall's clothes, and sleeping in Niall's bed.

I don't ever want to get drunk again.