Live While We're Spies (A One Direction and Jonas Brothers Spy Story)

Chapter 6

I soon found myself sitting on the couch I’d seen earlier, the boys having all decided they wanted to shower before coming down to talk to me. Thus, Liam and Louis were the only ones down at this point, each of them sitting on opposite sides of me. The couch was big and curved slightly though, so there’d be plenty of room everyone to sit once ready.

The three of us had been sitting in an uncomfortable silence for the past couple of minutes. I was fining myself to be too embarrassed by everything I’d seen to want to speak. I could only assume that they didn’t want to set me off, given their track record with that activity. But I wasn’t going to say anything. Even if I wanted to, there was nothing I could think of saying at this point.

Niall was the next to join us, bringing some extra clothes down with him. He held them out for me. “You were muttering last night,” he explained as I gave him a confused look. “When we got you here and were trying to get you into bed. You kept muttering about how much you hated dresses. But you fell asleep before we could give you any clothes

I felt my face heat up slightly. I didn’t recall that at all. I must’ve been too drunk and tired for anything to have really registered. I had to hope I hadn’t said anything too embarrassing during the part of the night I had no recollection of. I had a bit of a streak of saying things and not remembering them when I drank enough.

Deliberating if I’d accept the offer of clothes, I found myself feeling as though turning it down would not only be rude, it’d be somewhat stupid of me. I didn’t really want to wear their clothes, but I also thought that’d be unnecessarily rude of me. And my parents had raised me to at least try to have some manner, no matter how hot tempered I could get. Also, the dress I was in really wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. The fabric was itchy and rode enough that I had to keep making sure it wasn’t showing too much of anything.

With my decision made, I stood up, took the clothes from Niall, and thanked him. We quickly parted ways as he went to sit on the couch and I went up the stairs to the room I’d been in when I’d woken up, figuring it would be the best place for me to change.

I reached out to open the door before stopping myself, realizing I should probably knock to make sure nobody was in there. I had no desire to end up walking in on another scene that would be stuck in my head and scarring me for the rest of my life.

Not getting a response when I knocked, I let myself in and saw that the room was empty of life. The knowledge of where I was and who I was with made it so my earlier use of maneuvering around the minefield of clothes felt unneeded. Thus, I walked in, not bothering to care when I stepped on a shirt, and shut the door. I quickly shut the curtains on the windows and stripped down to my undergarments, looking at the clothes once I’d laid them on the bed.

I allowed a light smile to grace my lips and I noted that the outfit looked like it would be exceedingly comfortable to wear. The t-shirt was white with a black and red logo on it. It looked to be Nando’s Chicken. Knowing Niall, I wouldn’t have been at all surprised if it really was. The pants were a pair of plaid pajama pants, the really comfortable kind I tended to laze around my apartment in on the weekends when I was on my own.

Slipping the articles of clothing on I found myself to be practically swimming in them. They were both much too big for me. The pants had to be tied as tightly as possible to keep them from falling off and even then I was tripping over it as I walked. And the shirt… well it had engulfed what little bit of a figure I had.

It wasn’t that I was exceedingly skinny either. I had a healthy frame and ate a lot. But the amount of exercise I received through working at the agency made it so I had a difficult time gaining any weight. And Niall just had a bigger body frame than me. And those two factors combined meant that his clothes were a good few sizes too big for me while my clothes would be much too small for him.