Last First Kiss (Ziall/Larry) *on hold*

Chapter 8 - Secret

Hey everyone! So here’s the next chapter…hope you like it! (:

Oh and when Niall’s talking in italics it means he’s thinking to himself…enjoy!

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Chapter 8 – Secret

(Niall’s POV)

“Ugh…”

I let out a groan as I rolled over in my bed. My eyes were starting to hurt so I didn’t even bother to open them. My head was pounding and it felt like an elephant was running around inside. I winced in pain and put my hand to my forehead as the nonstop-pounding continued.

I heard someone snoring next to me and I smiled slightly. It must be Louis; he probably came home from the hospital late last night after I fell asleep. I stretched my arm out in the direction that the snoring was coming from and started to nudge the sleeping lad.

“Louuuu…” I whined to him. “My head hurts!”

He moaned sleepily in response but I frowned. That didn’t sound like Louis. True, in the morning his voice was huskier than usual, but still that was a little too deep. I sat up, a little too quickly, and winced as my head throbbed from the hasty movement. I cursed under my breath and opened my eyes slowly. My eyes started to burn a little from the sudden brightness that lit up the room.

The room… this wasn’t my room or even Louis’. It was rather small; too small to be a regular sized bedroom. The walls were a horrid off-white color that made me cringe and I wondered if they were originally white and after years they turned this vile color. The rug that covered the floor was stained with who knows what and it reeked. There were multiple pictures that hung around the room, but they were unidentifiable, mixes of blue and orange that didn’t go too well together and clashed against the tan walls.

“What the fuck?” I mumbled as I looked around what I assumed to be, a motel room.

I kicked the blanket that was covering me off; God knows who else used that. I looked down and sighed in relief when I saw that I still had my clothes on. Well on the bright side, at least I wasn’t kidnapped and raped…But where the hell am I?

The snoring I heard earlier caught my attention again. I hesitated before I looked. I was a little scared, to be honest. What if it was some random bloke I didn’t even know? What if we actually did…do it? I could have just put my clothes back on afterwards…

Oh God, please let it be someone I know. Let it be Hunter or Josh and I’m just sleeping over their flat for the night…

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as I turned to my right, towards the sleeping lad. I took a deep breath and opened one of my eyes tentatively.

“Shit…”

I groaned again when I saw Zayn passed out on the bed. I was relieved yet confused at the same time, not to mention completely pissed. Why was I with Zayn? I had managed to avoid him yesterday and I ignored his consistent texts and calls; I had no desire to see or hear from him for a long time. It still hurt too much.

I laid back down on the unfamiliar bed and ran my fingers through my somewhat greasy hair in aggravation. I had to stay away from Zayn, even if it hurt. I can’t get over it… All I keep seeing is his fist connecting into Louis’ face and me; doing absolutely nothing about it.

Why didn’t I help him? Why did I just stand back and let Zayn attack him like that?

Because I’m a horrible younger brother.