Boys of Apartment 5

Chapter 10

***Nicole's P.O.V.***

I woke up on the couch with an empty vodka bottle at my feet.

I had a terrible headache and felt like I might pass out any second.

I moaned and rolled off the couch onto my feet. I nearly collapsed trying to stand up.

"Whoa there, looks like some bad hangover."

Michael says, helping me stand.

"Shit."

I mumble, realizing I am in only an unfamiliar t-shirt and underwear.

I slump back onto the couch helplessly, and sigh.

Michael chuckles and heads to the kitchen. Just then Aubry comes in the living room.

"Well, look who's alive!"

She exclaims, and I moan tiredly.

"You act like I was the most drunk."

I reply warily.

"Um...well judging by the pictures on my phone, you were."

She says, tossing me her phone. I catch it and start looking through the pictures. All 109 of them.

They just get worse. Starting out with just some selfies, it starts to go into me with the vodka bottle singing. With Michael.

"What the..."

I say, tossing her phone back.

I feel around the couch until I find my phone under a pillow. I immediately go to the pictures.

There were 300 pictures. Last night must have been crazier than I thought.

Before I started scrolling through them, I trudged into the kitchen where Aubry, Michael, Calum, Taylor, and Luke sat at the table.

I took a seat in between Michael and Aubry, then, without a word, went back to my pictures. I was at about 130 when about ten pictures caught my eye.

I got a better look at them, and my jaw dropped.

"What?"

Michael says, leaning over to look at my phone.

"Oh...shit."

He says, burying his face in his hands.

On my phone, there were pictures taken by someone else of me with only a bra and shorts, grinding. On Michael.

Aubry takes my phone out of my hand and her mouth opens wide. She passes it to Luke, who raises his eyebrows in amazement and hands it to Calum, who laughs. Taylor takes a peek and giggles.

Michael is looking at the pictures now, eyes widened.

"They only get worse."

He says, handing back to me. I snatch it out of his hand I look through the last few.

They are of me, still dancing with Michael but we get really close like we are about to kiss. That's when they end. When our faces are a millimeter apart.

"I'm going back to bed."

I say, walking towards my bedroom.

I open the door to see Brooke and Ashton in only towels, frantically looking around the trashed room.

I wince and Brooke squeals.

"What did you do to, no- in, my room?!"

I ask, surprised by the sight.

"Well, um..."

Ashton says, laughing awkwardly. I just grunt and close the door.

Seeing my room, I'm not sure I wanna see anyone else's.

I trudge back into the living room and lay back down on the couch.

"Thought you were going to bed?"

Calum says, walking in and turning on the TV.

"All the rooms are trashed."

I say flatly, and pull a blanket to my chest.

"You can go sleep at our place if you want."

Calum says, dangling his keys.

"Thanks."

I reply, in the nicest way possible. I grab his keys and head out the door, not bothering with shoes.

I fumble with the keys, but finally get in. I head straight to the bedrooms, entering a random room.

I pass by a mirror and flinch at my appearance.

My makeup is smeared around my eyes, which are bloodshot, and my hair looks as if I just got attacked by a bear. To top it off, I am wearing one of the guys shirts.

I sigh and collapse onto the bed.

It seems like seconds before I am totally out.

{Author's Note}

Okay so this was a little cray. I like it. Anyways, it was written by the amazing @ninjahoran. So fan or something.