At the End of the Day...

Chapter 27

About last night.

Well, I wish I could tell you what actually happened, but I can't...since, well, I cannot actually remember anything. 

The last thing I can recall is heading out to dinner at around 7. We must've gone out or had a lot to drink somewhere last night, because my head is telling me so. 

I'm wearing nothing but a white sheet...on the floor of a balcony. Saucy. Harry's hot body is fast asleep next to me, and the soft sound of waves hitting the sand is softening the blow of my hangover slightly. Luckily Harry has wrapped himself in another sheet, so I stand up, grasping onto my own, and look through the window, trying to find out if it's our suite.

Biting the bullet, I open the clear glass door and walk inside, extremely relieved to find that this is, in fact, our suite. I trudge through the room to grab some old clothes sprawled across the floor - I'll have a shower later. I want to find Lottie and ask her what happened last night. I pick up my phone that had been sitting on the kitchen counter, and check the time. 11.00am. She'll hopefully be awake. I pull open the front door to the suite with great difficulty, and walk into the empty corridor.

Wait, maybe not so empty. 

"I had a great time last night, it was great meeting you."

I quickly get myself back into my suite, and put my ear to the door. I didn't recognise that voice. I wonder who she was talking to. 

"Yeah...I'll call you," an Irish voice states. 

Niall got lucky last night? Wow. This feels weird. I mean of course, he doesn't have a girlfriend, he's got to live off something, but I never thought about him in this way. Of course, everybody wants to have sex. I sort of wish I didn't hear that, though. 

Hearing a door slam, I decide to open my own door to get back to what I was originally doing. Bad move.

"Eva!" Niall greets me with a satisfied smile, outside his door. Satisfied.

"Hey, Niall," I say, not recognising my own voice. Wow, I'm hungover, alright. "Who was that?" Fuck. Why did I ask that? Why did I open my big mouth and say something so stupid? How's he going to react? This is so awkward.

"Met 'er last night," he says sheepishly, scratching his blonde, tousled hair. 

"Where did we go last night? I can't remember anything. Like, anything at all." I laugh, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.

"We went t' dinner, then you, Harry, Louis, and I went to a club for a bit. You...erm...had a lot t' drink...I must admit."

"Oh god, what did I do? Did I do anything embarrassing?" I ask, not really wanting to hear the answer.

"No, no. Although, you may have fallen asleep while dancing..."

"While dancing?" I question. "How does that even happen?"

"Don't ask me. I've never seen anyting like et," Niall giggles. "Luckily I was out there dancing with you, I grabbed you before you knocked yer head on the floor."

"Well, thanks. Wouldn't want to get concussed as well!" We both laugh. "So are people up yet?"

"I don't know. Maybe the others are, but we were all pretty knackered last night, so I doubt Louis' up yet." We're both silent for a couple of seconds, until Niall opens his mouth again. "I need to...shower, so I'll see you later?" He blushes which makes me chuckle, and we both say goodbye and I head back into my room. I need to have a shower too.

I walk into the bedroom and scream, seeing a random man facing the other way. He turns around, and I realise it's Harry. 

"Fuck, I forgot you had a haircut, you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were some man," I laugh, clutching my chest.