Amy’s POV.
I opened my eyes slowly, immediately shutting them again. Too bright. I tried opening them again, this time letting my eyes adjust to the light. I wasn’t in my room. I looked around me, taking in the posters on the walls, the bunk bed in the corner and the random items of clothing that were chucked around the room. I was in Louis’ room. That realization brought back all the memories of the night before. The party, the acid, the drink, the dancing… and the sex. The sex with Niall. oh my god,no. no no no no no no. I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head, flopping onto my stomach. Fuck, fuck, fuck. { i am not even going to write about them having sex, just go on tumblr and read a sex imagine if ya want but im not doing that, its amy eww}
Sitting up, I pulled the quilt around my shoulders, trying to keep some of the cold out. Okay, so Niall and I had dropped acid together, and I’d been pretty pissed anyway. We’d been dancing and then we’d gone upstairs and we’d had sex. We’d had fricken sex. Niall friking Horan. The thought of that was making my already nauseous stomach churn. Fuck him. He’d pretty much taken advantage of me being pissed and high, he wasn’t stupid enough not to know that I’d never even touch him if I were sober. bastard. What the hell is wrong with me? How the fuck did I even let him near me? Amy, you're a twat.
There was a knock on the door. I looked up from my mattress on the floor to see Louis poking his head into the room, a confused look on his face. “Uh, morning Ams? Are you okay?” I nodded. “Lou, why am I in your room?” He stepped inside, leaning against the wall. “You passed out last night on the sofa. Niall and I carried you upstairs.” He shrugged. “I need to tell you something… later, though.” he half-smiled at me and left, leaving me to get ready. That wanker had had his hands on me, again. If I’d disliked him before, now I pretty much just wanted to smash his head against a concrete wall. Multiple times.
I dropped the quilt, realizing for the first time that I had no clothes on, just my pale pink underwear. I hoped to fuck that it had been Lou that’d undressed me. I opened one of his drawers and pulled on a pair of his shorts and an old hoodie. The shorts were ridiculously long on me, they practically looked like trousers, and the hoodie completely swamped me, but it was warm and cosy, and it smelled of Lou. I padded along the hall with bare feet, going into the bathroom. I could hear light snores coming from the spare room next door. I smiled to myself. Zayn was obviously still asleep. Which reminded me i needed to talk to him, he was pretty close with amanda last night, well the parts of the night i remembered anyway.
After washing my face, attempting to get the worst of the black smudges that covered it off, and brushing my teeth with Lou's toothbrush – ehhh, he wouldn’t mind-, I headed downstairs. I could hear voices from the kitchen. Just outside the door, I stopped. Would Niall have told them? Did they know? Lou hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary to me… but he’d said he wanted to speak to me. Was it about that? I could vaguely recall him telling me about how he wanted to speak to Harry last night. Hopefully, it was about that. well it better be.
I pushed the door open. Liam was perched on the side of the counter, eating an... apple? umm ok, whilst Lou, Harry and Niall were sitting at the table, devouring a huge stack of toast and Nutella. Their attention was on the little TV on the counter, some crappy MTV show was on. “Morning, Ams!” said Amanda happily, grinning at me as she walked past me. A grin that big could only mean one thing: things had obviously gone well with Callum last night. Louis smiled at me but Niall didn’t even look up from his food. Good. I went over to the fridge, pouring myself a big glass of orange juice. I had my back to Lou and Amanda, but I was pretty much directly in front of Niall. I couldn’t help but stare at him. I still don’t think that I could believe what had happened last night. Maybe he was too drunk or high to remember? My brain was clinging on to every last scrap of hope. As if he knew what I was thinking, Niall looked up, catching me blatantly staring at him. He winked once, a smirk appearing on his face. I averted my gaze to the floor. No, he definitely remembered.
