The Truth or Dare (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Part 14

Alex POV

“You are very pretty tonight Alex,” Niall slurred, walking further into the apartment.

I turned to look at Ellie who was already looking at me wide-eyed, “What should I do?” I whisper-shouted.

“I don’t know! Take him to the guess bedroom, let the guy lay down.” She instructed.

I nodded before turning back to look at Niall.

He looked terrible, like he hadn’t slept for days. Aren’t pop stars meant to be flawless? Had he been going through the torture I was? Probably not.

I sighed, before helping Niall walk to the guest bedroom, “Why are you here, drunk? Do you know how much I hate alcohol?” I snapped, a little annoyed.

“To see you, I’ve missed you.” His words brang butterflies to my stomach, “Haven’t you missed me?”

What should I say? Have I missed him? I shouldn’t lead him on should I… “No.” I simply stated.

“Oh.” Was all he could say.

I opened the door to the room and lightly pushed Niall on the bed, “I’ll be right ba-”

“No, don’t go.” He stared straight into my brown orbs. Fuck you Niall and your intimating eyes.

“I’m going to get you some water and pills for when you wake up.” I tried to get out of his grip, only to have him tighten it even more.

“Please don’t go. I don’t want to be alone any longer.” He pulled me down to sit on the bed next to him.

“Niall you’re drunk,” I replied annoyed. I hate alcohol, absolutely fucken hate it. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do, I only had a few drinks,” he burped and hiccupped at the same time. I tried to look serious but ended up laughing.

“But you aren’t sober either,” I slid out of his grip, “now stay here.”

He frowned and nodded, while I went out into the kitchen to grab him some water and aspirins.

“His drunk is he?” George yelled from the lounge room. “He shouldn’t be here if his drunk.”

“His not that drunk George, don’t worry, he won’t hurt us.” I shouted back, equally as loud.

“If you say so,” he said trialling off.

I let out a little giggle before heading back to the guest room, only to find Niall not there. Shit. Where is he?

I looked around the room to see if he was hiding somewhere until I heard something from my room. His in my room. Shit. I ran out the guest room and down the hall, “Niall! I thought I told you to stay in the guest room!” I barked, REALLY annoyed.

“Sorry, I just- i don't know- my feet just took me here,” he chuckled before pointing at a picture, “is that your mum?”

“Yeah,” I rapidly answered, yanking the photo from the desk and hiding it behind my back.

“She looks really pretty and seems really friendly.” He frowned at my gesture.

“Thanks, now let’s get you out of here.” I tried to push him out, but he refused to budge.

“No, why can’t we stay here for a bit?” he looked around my room.

“Maybe it is because it is my private space?” I stated the obvious.

“Oh my god, is that? 5SOS posters? You weren’t kidding?!” He pointed towards the poster of Michael.

I blushed and hurried over to the wall covered with posters, trying to block as many as I can, “Yeah…”