Three Way Relationship

10-Lesson Learned

Niall's POV

"Never, ever, ever again." Justin groaned as he curled up under the sheets.

Zayn and I did our best, containing our laughter.

A few giggles slipped, but c'mon, he was asking for it.

"'S not funny!" Justin pulled the sheets back and glared at us.

"What do you expect when you drink?" Zayn chuckled, shaking his head.

"Why the hell do you both drink, then?" Justin rolled his eyes.

"We're used to it." Zayn smirked.

"And plus, I'm Irish... so its kind of in our blood to handle liquor so well." I smiled, sitting beside him.

Justin frowned, pulling the sheets back over his head.

"When does the headache stop?" Justin mumbled.

"How long ago did you take the painkillers?" I asked.

"Ten... twelve minutes ago?"

"Then you'll be fine in about five minutes at the most." Zayn said, heading out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"We still have Harry and Louis crashed on the couch, if they're staying, I'm at least kicking them into the spare room." Zayn laughed, before closing the door behind him.

Justin moved closer, placing his head in my lap and wrapping the sheets over himself a bit more.

I smiled, covering my legs with the sheet and having a hand under it, running my fingers through Justin's hair.

"Ni, you mad?" Justin mumbled.

"About what?" I asked.

"Me drinking... I stole the beer. Zayn was a bit mad." Justin sighed.

"I'm not mad, I'm a bit sad that you did it behind our back, and now you're sick... but I'm definitely not mad. Zayn isn't mad either." I smiled, resting my head back on the head of the bead.

"He said he was disappointed..." Justin wrapped an arm around my legs.

"That's because he's upset." I stated. Justin sighed.

The door opened, and Zayn walked in, "Is he asleep?"

"No." Justin muttered.

Zayn smiled, closing the door and crawling in the bed.

"Did Harry and Louis go home or are they still here?" I asked.

"They somehow dragged their sleepy, drunk asses into the spare room." Zayn chuckled.

"Do you think Liam is going out with that guy upstairs?" I asked, laughing when I remembered Liam didn't end up going down back to his apartment, instead he went upstairs saying he had something to do.

"I think they are... Taylor likes him." Justin said.

"Oh, you know the guy?" Zayn raised his brows. I was just as curious.

"Mhmm, kind of. He shared a jail cell with me." Justin said.

"What? Is he some kind of criminal?" I asked, a bit concerned because Liam wasn't one to fall for criminals.

"No," Justin chuckled, moving off my lap and snuggling in between Zayn and I, "He drank and drove, plus gave the cops attitude... so he's not exactly bad-ass."

"Is he nice?" Zayn asked, his eyes were fluttering closed.

"Yeah." Justin whispered.

I moved so I was laying down too.

"I love you, Zayn. I love you, Niall..." Justin said, drifting off.

"I love you too." Zayn and I said in unison, making us laugh.

"I love you, Ni."

"Love you too Zayn."

Author's Note; I have a few plans for the next few chapters thanks to the ideas you've given me cx
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