Got a secret, Can you keep it? (Jiall)

chapter 5

I jumped on the hotel beds, laughing as I took down more alcoholic beverages.

The music was blaring 'Call Me Maybe' by Carly Rae Jepson.

Buzz-Buzz, Buzz-Buzz

I grabbed my phone from my pocket, an unknown number was ringing me.

"Hey-Hey-Hey, I'm the Biebs!" My words slurred worse than before. I chuckled at my voice as I fell into a laying position on the bed.

"where are you!?" A somewhat familiar voice yelled on the phone. I smiled, throwing an arm under my head.

"Hmm, whom I speaakinng with?" I smiled to myself.

"Liam, you idiot." He spat in response. I laughed, rubbing my forehead.

"Oh, yeah... I'm at a hotel getting some much needed rest." I giggled, yes, giggled. I screwed up my face once I realized how weird I sounded.

"What hotel?" Liam sighed, frustrated with me.

"Awe Liam, why're you so gwumpy?" I cooed, holding in a laugh.

"Because its hard enough looking out for four of my mates, now I have to add a selfish twat, who won't listen, on the list. Where the hell are you!?" Liam growled. I sighed, deciding maybe I should give up...

"Milwalky." I murmered.

"Huh? You actually told me?" Liam was surprised.

"Yeah, yeah... anyways, what are ya gonna do? send that Paul guy?" I asked, a sudden sickness coming into my stomach...

I have a bad feeling this isn't gonna be good.

"No, me and the boys will come get you. Don't act like a douche, because we only have two days off, and then its a constant line of concerts." With that, Liam hung up. I groaned, gripping my stomach.

Niall's POV:

"Are you absolutely sure he didn't lie?" Louis groaned as we pulled up outside the hotel.

"Well, if he did, I'll gladly punch him." Liam growled, annoyed. We all got out, heading into the building.

"My feet hurt..." Harry complained, leaning onto Louis shoulder.

"This hotel looks gross, why would he stay here?" Zayn mumbled, looking at the cracks along the ceiling.

"Hi, we're wondering which room Justin Bieber, is in?" Liam asked the man at the front desk. He sighed.

"Names? Mr. Bieber only has five names on the guest list." The man grumbled, obviously bored of his job.

"Uh, try Liam Payne?" Liam's nose wrinkled, praying for his name to be on it.

"Yeah, that's all clear, he said your name on the list." The man said, much to everyone's surprise.

"What about Zayn?" Zayn asked hopeful.

"Yeah, I've got Zayn Malik, Niall Horan-" He said, and I felt a blush creep on my cheeks. My name? He remembered my existance... Niall, contain yourself. "-Harriet Styles-" everyone laughed, while Harry frowned.

"What an asshole." Harry muttered.

"Cheer up." Louis laughed.

"And Lewis Thompson." The man yawned.

"That prick." Louis spat.

"That's us, so can we have his room number?" Liam ignored Louis anger.

"Room 202, floor 3, do you need spare keys?" He asked, picking sleep from his eyes. I cringed at the man's gross features. Ick.

"Yeah, we'll take the keys." Louis replied, snatching the keys once the man held them over the desk. We rushed upstairs, straight to Justin's room. Louis unlocked the door and threw it open. The room was absolutely distroyed, glass everywhere, food on the walls.

"Justin?" Zayn called as we stepped inside, closing the door. No answer.

I walked around the room, looking around to see if he was laying on the floor possibly. Nope.

"Check the bathroom, he was drinking." Harry suggested. I walked towards the bathroom door, opening it.

And as Harry predicted, he was in there. Right in the bathtub, was an unconscious Justin. He was fully clothed, but the bath was half filled with water.

"God, he reeks of Alcohol." Louis blocked his nose.

I was slightly worried at the state he was in.

"Should we call a doctor, he looks pretty bad..." I mumbled. Liam glanced at the boys and shrugged.

"Lets just get him out of the tub, yeah?" Liam suggested.

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We placed Justin on the bed, confused on what we should do next.

"Umm... we should get him out of the wet clothes, don't you think?" Zayn scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Ew, no, I'm out. I'll be in the bathroom." Louis ran off.

"Wait for me!" Harry followed.

"Um, Zayn you suggested it." Liam muttered.

"I'm not doing.it! You do it Li!" Zayn complained.

Then, unfortunately (Maybe fortunate....) for me, their eyes landed my direction.

"No." I said before they even suggested.

"Pwease Niall, you actually like him, unlike us." Liam begged.

"I'll take you to Nandos, and buy you everything you want." Zayn fluttered his eyes. I swallowed.

"What if he wakes up?" I asked, worried.

"He's knocked out, you'll be fine." Liam grinned.

"But-" Before I finished, Liam and Zayn ran to the bathroom. I sighed, looking at Justin.

How do I even start? ....

I awkwardly grabbed the hem of Justin's shirt, pulling it upwards. Please don't wake up. Please don't wake up.

I successfully got Justin's shirt off...

The thought of that making me blush. I swallowed.

Now the pants. Oh god...

I bit my lip, grabbing the hem of the pants. Slowly, I pulled them down. I got the pants to his ankles, when suddenly Justin screamed, "OH MY GOD, PLEASE TELL ME WE DIDN'T HAVE SEX!! OH MY FUCKING GOD. WHAT HAPPENED!?" Justin screamed at me.

The boys rushed out of the bathroom, to see a very scared Justin, and a red me...

How the hell do I explain this..

"Uh... I was only undre-" I began.

"Oh my god you raped me, is that it?" Justin covered his face, feeling embarrassed...

I could say I was more embarrassed.

"Calm down Bieber, you were knocked out." Louis chuckled.

"So you let him rape me?" Justin widened his eyes, leaving the boys to laugh...

[A/N: Well, there's a slight Nustin/Jiall moment xD haha thoughts? let me know and if you liked this chapter, give it a vote and review <3]