Leaving (An Ashton Irwin Fan Fic) *in major editing*

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Darcy's POV:

Surprisingly, i didn't have a hangover. Despite my inability of having a massive headaches the morning after, i was still quite shocked that i felt absolutely fine. Along with the memory loss, i know that i was drunk last night by the fact that I'm still fully clothed and i can tell that i still have makeup on. I find it funny that i never thought about drinking when i was in the orphanage and in the space of just over a week i have found myself drunk twice.

I swung my legs to the side of the bed and slipped my feet into my slippers. My mirror showed exactly what i was expecting, i looked a complete mess. After removing the makeup that had managed to escape all the way down my face i changed in to my pajama shorts and my large top. Michael, Luke and Cal are most likely going to be feeling terrible so they aren't going to be wanting to go anywhere today, so whats the point in getting dressed?

All of the bedroom doors are shut as i walk past them, and the house is silent. Walking carefully down the stairs, i remembered why were were celebrating yesterday. I had been accepted in to University. I couldn't help the huge smile spread across my face at the memory of it. One of the boys seemed to be so paralytic last night that he couldn't even make it to his bed, as there was a human figure laying on the sofa.

Even though i don't have a hangover, i really want some coffee. It's more of a coffee to wake up my brain so i can function properly. Luke's laptop was on the counter in the kitchen so whilst the kettle was heating up i looked over the email again.

"My head's killing me." Harry Styles said groggily as he sat up and rubbed his face with his hands. Harry Styles?

"Do you want any paracetamol?" I asked as i already began rummaging through the drawer that i saw Michael put some in the other day. Why the heck is Harry Styles in our house?

"Yeah that would be good, thanks." He joined me in the kitchen in just his boxers. Why is Harry Styles in our house wearing only his boxers?

"Were you out with us last night?" It seemed the only logical explanation. I pulled out the small blue box and handed two of the tablets to Harry.

"Yeah, you don't remember?" He grabbed a glass and began running the tap. "You didnt seem that out of it." He filled his mouth with water and popped one of the tablets in and swallowed.

"I can't remember anything." I chuckled as i tugged on the ends of my top.

"I had text Calum about the drummer situation and he told me that you lot had already got one and were out celebrating and what can i say? A little party never hurt anyone." He repeated his previous method, filling his mouth with water and then popping in the second tablet.

"Yeah, Ashton. He was out last night as well." The kettle that i had boiled about 10 minutes ago was obviously boiled, so i began making myself a coffee. "Do you want one?" I looked over my shoulder at Harry who had gone back to the sofa and was putting his jeans back on.

"I'll have a tea if you're offering." He cheekily smiled as he walked back to the kitchen, still without a top on. "I didn't see this Ashton kid last night. Did he go home early?"

"Yeah sorry about that, i left at 12. Im Ashton, the drummer, i suppose." Ash said as he reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner in to the kitchen.

"Oh hi." Harry swiftly turned around and faced the sandy haired boy who had came downstairs in sweatpants and no top. "I'm Harry."

Two very attractive lads were stood in front of me without any tops on. That's cool. Both of them had amazing bodies in totally different ways. Harry had all of these different tattoo's that all look so beautiful inked across his chest and arms and i couldn't help but try and look at every one of them. The one that stood out the most was the butterfly that was in the center of his chest because it was something that i wouldn't have expected him to have.