Summer Love

Summer Love P. 15

Skylar's POV.

I tossed and turned all night. My body was aching all over. My shoulders, my head and plus my previous injury on my back. The bruise got better and it definitely doesn't hurt as much as the others. On top of that I had a massive hangover.

Niall's POV.

I wake up in the morning hungover and confused. Everything that happened last night is a complete blur. I open my eyes and immediately regret it. The light beaming through the slightly opened curtains burn my eyes. I drank way too much last night. I try my hardest to get out of bed, but I am dizzy as hell. I look around the room it doesn't look familiar. The boys must have taken me to their hotel. I look at the clock on the side table. 11:37am.

I make my way toward the living room where the other boys are, but I don't spot Sky anywhere.

"Where's Skylar?" My voice is tired and raspy.

All the boys suddenly notice me in the room and all look at me with a great amount of judgment.

"What?" I ask putting my hands up in defense. I feel as if they are all judging me hard. Louis gets up from the couch and walks toward me slowly. Once he approaches me he places one hand on my shoulder.

"You don't remember anything do you?"

Shit what the fuck happened last night. I squeeze my eyes shut trying my hardest to think back to last night. The last thing I remember was dancing at the club with Sky. Nothing more. I shake my head at Louis and he sighs in disappointment. All the boys droop their heads down breaking their stares that were locked on me moments ago. I bring my hands up to my tousled hair and tug in frustration.

"What the fuck did I do lads?"

"You fucking screwed up, Niall!" Harry suddenly speaks up with his voice louder than I expected. His unexpected jolt of noise made my headache grow even worse. I could tell harry was beyond pissed meaning my doings last night had to do with Sky. Fuck.

"I need to see Sky." I quickly make my way toward the hallway to the other rooms.

"Sit. The. Fuck. Down. Niall." Harry harshly remarks causing me to stop dead in my tracks. I turn back toward the boys and Liam is holding back a fuming Harry.

I scurry back toward the couch and take a seat. Harry huffs and sits on the complete opposite side of the couch. I move toward him pleading,"Harry please tell me what shit I did."

Harry gives the other lads a look to leave us alone for a moment.

Once we are left completely alone, thick tension fills the air. I don't know how much longer I could stand this. Just as I'm about to repeat my previous question Harry finally begins.

"I don't know how it all started because she wouldn't tell me, but I am positive of one thing."

Harry takes another unpleasant pause.

"Please continue."

"You were really drunk Niall."

"Harry."

He finally gives in, avoiding any eye contact.

"You hurt her." He sums up.

I freeze in complete disbelief. My blood runs cold and my throat closes in. My face falls into my hands and I mumble words in between my cries that quickly formed.

"No. This did not fucking happen. Why. I don't remember anything. How could this happen. NO." I feel a hand slide up and down my back.

I look up at Harry. My vision completely blurred and body begins to shake.