Unpredictable

chapter 9

Alex's P.O.V

"Shit." I mutter waking up, holding my head. I look around and scatter off of the bed quickly, it hurt my head like hell moving so quickly, but I don't care.

Where am I? This is not my dorm.

I look over at the alarm clock next to the bed and it's 11:00 in the morning. I sigh in relief that my classes don't start until 2, but that relief fades quickly once I snap back to reality and realize I still don't know where I am. I hear a phone ring and it startles me, causing me to jump back.

My breathing picks up a little and the first thing I can think of is to run. Being me, that's exactly what I do.

I turn around and running into someone. I look up slowly and see familiar white shoes.

I sigh and look up at Niall's face.

"I got you water for your hangover." He says lifting up the bottle of water.

"Yesterday, would've been a great time to give it to me. I'm already hungover now." I walk back and sit on the side of the bed, falling backwards on my back. I stare up at the ceiling and mentally curse at myself for getting that drunk last night.

"Usually, I drink it the morning of my hangover." He sits the water bottle on the nightstand.

"Is this your room?" I question him while looking at the ceiling fan twirl around.

"Yes." He says sitting on the bed, stretching his legs out. His knees are next to the top of my head. The motion of the fan is making me dizzy so I stop staring at it and throw my arms across my face carelessly. 

"Are you okay?" He says laughing at me then focusing his attention back on the wrestling fight taking place on the  television.

"Yeah, I just got dizzy, but I'm fine now." I wiggle myself to lay on my stomach. His thighs are next to me, but I don't really mind because they aren't all in my face.

"You aren't a queasy hungover person are you?" He widens his eyes and looks at me.

"Nope."

"Oh, okay." He shrugs. "Are you thirsty?" He hands me the water bottle and I shake my head no.

"I'm tired." I stare at his sweatpants while I feel my eyelids get heavier.

"Then take a nap, class starts at 2." He laughs.

"Can you turn the TV volume down some?" I open my eyes, reaching for the remote and laying it in his lap. He turns the television down and keeps watching it. My head is killing me. It feels like someone is banging a hammer against my temples. I flip to my side facing Niall, hoping that it'll ease some of the pain in my head.

I sigh and grab a pillow from above me, covering my face up.

"What?" He says raising the pillow up a little.

"Close your blinds." The light that is shining through is making my head pound even harder. He gets up and closes them. I groan because my head hurts like a bitch which makes Niall laugh even harder.

"Your laugh is so loud!" I throw the pillow at him. "Shut up!" I say playfully. He makes a goofy face at me and I laugh then cringe because that hurt my head some.

"You look awful." He comments laughing quietly.

"Oh, hush." I say closing my eyes. Laying on my side just made the side of my head that I'm laying on hurt even more. I flip on my back and watch the fan as I try to fall asleep. My baby cousin has one of this twirly things above her crib. I don't understand how it makes her sleep because it sure as hell isn't making me sleepy.

I sit up quickly, shoving the blanket off of me, coughing.

"Do you need some water?" He hands me the bottle. I open it and the water that has just entered my mouth has been spewed out of my mouth onto his black sheets.

"Are you serious?" He laughs, not believing I just spat out water on his bed. I put my hands on the bed and stare at the sheets.

"No, no, no, no!" Niall yells running to the other side of the room, taking the balled up papers out of the medium sized trash can. I cough covering my mouth, feeling it coming up. He runs over to me, placing the trash can on the side of his bed and I hover over the trash can.

"Fucking disgusting." He walks away from me doing my business in the trashcan. I try to catch my breath as I hold on to the trash can.

"You said you weren't a queasy drunk!" He gestures to the trashcan from the other side of his room. He moved away quickly.

"I'm not, usually. But I've never been that drunk before either." I say getting up, holding my forehead. I go to the bathroom and rinse my mouth out.

"I'm not touching that trash can." He raises his eyebrows up, shaking his head.

"I guess it's gonna stay there then because I'm not moving it." I shrug laying on the other side of the bed. He groans, and takes that trash can to the dumpster.

He runs to the bathroom washing his hands. He didn't even touch what was in it.

"I don't have another trash can to give you." He comes around to me.

"I don't need one right now." I tell him.

"Okay," he sighs, sitting on the furry chair in the corner. "But if you know you have to, don't just sit there. Go to the toilet." He glares at me.

"Obviously, I will." I shut my eyes, it's already noon.

"Obviously you don't because you didn't just n-"

"Please stop talking. My head hurts." I cut him off.