Roomies

Chapter 15

I stayed in the hallway for a couple of minutes, not knowing really how to react to what had just happened. He kissed me then freaked out and ran off. He had no reason to be mad with me, okay so I pushed him off of me but he must understand that he caught me with surprise, he can’t just go around kissing me whenever he feels like it!

I decided not to think too much about it and just let him sober up then talk to him tomorrow. I wasn’t very sober myself so it was probably for the best, for both of us. So I went into my bedroom and went to bed, not a sound coming from Niall’s room, which was both soothing and worrying, what if he was dead? No he couldn’t be… maybe he had died from alcohol poisoning and here I was in my bed, trying to sleep!

This thought made me walk out of my room and knock on his door and when he didn’t answer, I opened the door slowly, hoping I wouldn’t see him hanging from the roof of lying on the floor with puke around him. Luckily, he was lying in the bed and I walked over to see if he was breathing.

Niall: What are you doing?

He mumbled with closed eyes and stopped me in my tracks. I looked at him and he opened his eyes and looked at me while still lying down.

Stella: I was just going to… I thought you were…

I pointed to the roof and he looked at me like I was crazy.

Stella: Never mind, you’re fine.
Niall: Yes and sleepy so if you don’t mind.

He said and gestured to the door; I nodded and went back out. I went to bed and fell asleep within minutes.

The next morning, I woke by my phone ringing next to me on the nightstand. I recognized the tone and I knew it was only the alarm for me to wake up and do the laundry, but when I opened my eyes to get the phone, I felt like it really wasn’t a good time to wake up, so I turned the alarm off and turned around in the bed, falling back to sleep.

20 seconds or something like that later, my door flung open and Niall walked into my room with the hamper in his hand.

Niall: Do you have anything that needs to be washed?

He asked and I shook my head, burying myself under my duvet.

Niall: Are you sure?
Stella: Let me die!

He laughed and I heard how he put the hamper down on the floor and walked over to my bed. He took the duvet of off my head and I looked up at him.

Niall: Where’s your laundry?
Stella: I’m not going to let you wash my laundry!
Niall: You have washed mine, it’s my turn.
Stella: No, I’ll help.

I said and tried to sit up, when I started leaning down in the bed again, Niall laughed and helped me stand. I walked over to where I had my hamper and as I did, I looked into my mirror.

Stella: I have to shower before I go anywhere.
Niall: We’re going down to the basement, no one will see you.
Stella: You will!
Niall: Yeah well I’ve seen worse, come on let’s get a move on!

He said and made me hurry, I grabbed a hairband from my desk and put my hair up in a bun then we walked out to the lift together. I was in a pair of PJ shorts and a t-shirt but Niall looked like he had planned his outfit the day before. I must have stared at him for too long because he turned his face to me and stared back.

Stella: Stop it…
Niall: You stop it, you started.

I looked away from him but I saw in the corner of my eye how he smiled before he looked away from me.

Stella: So can I ask you a question?
Niall: No I won’t sleep with you.
Stella: What?! That’s not my question!

I looked at him again and he laughed.

Niall: Just kidding, relax.
Stella: oh… well how are you looking so… not hungover?
Niall: You know how you used to wake up every morning at 5 to take a shower and make coffee?
Stella: Yeah, it’s a routine.
Niall: Exactly, drinking is my routine and when you have done it long enough, it stops affecting you.

I nodded and looked away from him again. We got down to the basement where the laundry room was and none of us were speaking. We walked into one of the rooms that had 4 different washing machines and Niall sat down infront of one of them and started putting his laundry in, I did the same.