I stare into the darkness of my room, knowing that I've lost. Slowly but surely I regain my feeling in some parts of my body, the alcohol wearing off a little and the first thing I feel is my bladder that's about to explode. I hastily jump off the bed, but Niall immediately pushes me down again with firm hand and I sqeuall.
'Niall! I really have to go to the toilet,' I exclaim as I look at him with desperation on my face, he can't possibly guard over me for the rest of the night! My ears are still buzzing from the loud music and my throat is feeling extremely dry. But it's my bladder that provides the most uncomfortable feeling. He looks in thought for a second and stands up. He grabs my hand firmly in his and softly pulls me to the bathroom. When we're inside the bathroom I slowly walk over to the toilet, still not steadily, but notice him still standing there, leaned against the closed door, amusement on his face as he looks at me.
'You know some privacy would be nice,' I say with raised eyebrows. He grins cockily and after a moment of hesitation he shakes his head before walking out. I roll my eyes and sit down on the toilet seat and start to pee.
'Don't even think about escaping, because I'll be standing right behind this door!' Niall exclaims from the other side of the door. I pull a face at him, although he can't see it. He's clearly too scared to let me go again, I guess I hurt his pride when I tricked him. I grin and give myself a small pat on my shoulder, proud of myself.
'Yeah you should definitely keep on standing there!,' I shout at him teasingly and suddenly my eyes catch a small window next to me, 'You- you forgot that I can escape through the window!' I breath in heavily, exhausted for shouting. It takes me a lot of effort to walk and talk normally, why did I drink so much?
It is silent for a moment and then Niall comes bursting through the door, looking bewildered from the window to me. I quickly squirm my legs together and look at him offended. I never thought he'd fall for that?!
'Niall! It was a joke! Now- now get back out there, I'm still on the toilet!' I exclaim as my cheeks turn a little red. He pinches his eyes at me and crosses his arm, but I still notice the twinkles in his eyes. He seems to have them a lot lately, having fun Horan?
'No way, I'm not going to let you trick me again,' He snaps as he turns around and faces the corner of the bathroom. 'I'll wait here.'
'This is crazy! Nialllll' I whine from my position on the toilet. This is not only humiliating but how am I ever going to pee with someone in the same room? I immediately don't feel like peeing and I quickly pull my skirt and slip up and stand up again. I walk to the sink, still not steadily and wash my hands. Niall is still turned around, patiently waiting for me to be finished. I pinch my eyes at his back, still angry for his stupid behaviour.
I come up with a plan and make a cup with my hands. I let some water get into it and sneak to Niall. Without a second thought I throw the water into Niall's face from behind and put my hands in his face to rub more water in it. That will teach him some manners!
He splutters and quickly grabs my hands and turns around. I laugh at his face, which looks hilarious. His face is completely wet and water is dripping from his nose. He gives me a look and I laugh even harder, holding my stomach as I do so. I know it's also the alcohol, but somehow I find this incredibly funny. But before I know it he pushes his face in the crook of my neck and wipes the water off his face onto me. I scream and try to push him off of me but he's too strong.
When he's finished he pulls his face back again and grins, proud of himself. I pout as I look at my semi wet top now.
'Niall!' I exclaim, but I can't help the smile that's tugged at my lips. I stick out my tongue at him and walk to my bedroom again, trying not to fall, which is almost impossible as the walls are still turning around me. Niall follows me closely, still suspicious. As soon as I reach my bed I fall down on it, happy that I didn't fall and can finally go to bed.
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Forgotten memories
أدب الهواةWhat would you do if you'd wake up in a hospital bed, not remembering the past 3 years? How would you feel if you'd forget about your famous brother and his friends? How would you react if you'd hurt the people that you care for? Kate is trying hard...
