Happily Never After *One Direction Fan Fiction*

Chapter 4: ICE

Meanwhile, in Vanessa's hotel room along with Lea...

Lea's Point of View

"Ugh, this room is still a mess!" Vanessa shouted, gesturing to the fallen end table in the middle of the room, spilling out a small orange Bible onto the carpet.

"What did you expect? Rory is the messiest and unorganized person I know. Even maids won't clean this up." I said and set the end table upright. "That's true, I guess. So, let's talk about boys!" She clapped her hands together and I mentally rolled my eyes. Vanny's been boy crazy since the eighth grade and nothing's really changed since then, obviously.

"Oh my GOSH! Zayn was totally checking me out!" Vanessa said, "He obviously likes me." She twirled her hair around her finger, like she usually does when we talk about these kinds of things: boys, shoes, nails, pretty much anything even  remotely girly. 

"What about Perrie?" I interrupted. Normally, I would never interrupt Nessie, but I can't stand the way she's talking about an already engaged man.

"Well, what she doesn't know won't kill her." She smirks mischieviously and my stomach flips. Either it's the sushi I had yesterday or Nessie's super-high-pitched voice that's making my stomach churn and my  head feel like a battlefield.

I rush into the bathroom, knowing that if I didn't make it there in time, the room would be even messier than it already was. I flip the toilet seat up and lean over, expecting to see my lunch swimming in the toilet water, but I get nothing. I groan and slowly stand up. A sharp pain stabs my head, so I gently place my hand on it, to measure the heat and compare it with Nessie's, who seems fine. Compared to her, my head is a volcano.

"I'm going to get some ice." I murmur and open the door. I look around for the ice machine and it's ALLLLL the way down the hall.

"Great, just GREAT!" I say to myself and walk down the hallway, my head aching with every step I take.

Finally, I reach the machine and insert five dollars that I had in my pockets. To me, five dollars is really steep, but I don't really care, as long as it relieves me of this horrible pain.

I carry the heavy bag down the hall, to where I think is the right room. I can't really think straight and I really want to set this bag down somewhere. 

177B. I turn the door knob and it's unlocked, Vanny probably knew I was coming back, so she left it unlocked. I walk in and expect to have to dodge the end table, but the room is spotless. Except for a couple suitcases jutting out from the closet, the room is impeccably clean.

I look up and a man is standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist. This is not Nessie's room. He's not facing me, luckily, and apparently didn't hear the door open and shut. He starts to open the towel, and I just stand there in shock. I drop the ice bag and the man ties his towel up and turns.

"Like what you see?" He smirks and ruffles his wet, blonde hair. 

"Umm, I'm sorry, I uh... I'm in the, I just needed. Ice..a-and-" I stammer and I could feel my face flush of all color. I knew what was coming. I raced to the stranger's bathroom and filled the toilet seat up. This time, it happened. I don't need to tell you what, because you probably already know. I threw up. Big time. In front of Niall Horan.

Niall's P.O.V

"We're going to go play ping-pong!" Liam shouted and jumped up and down. He's excited because he's the reigning champion of ping-pong. He's really handy with the bat and can take all four of us on at a time. I didn't really want to be pummeled again. Besides, Liam gets super competitive when it comes to these things. You'd think his life was on the line or something of that sort.

"You guys, go ahead, but I'm going to uh.. get a drink." Harry said and ran off. He probably didn't want to play either. Make up an excuse, Niall. This is easy. You can do it! 

I've never really been good at lying. In fact, I'm really horrible at it. I just don't see the point of lying when it hurts the people around you. Even if it's for their own good.

"I'm going to um.. take a shower." I blurted out.

"Okay. So boys, I guess it's just you two, me, and the ping-pong balls," says Liam to Zayn and Louis, the only two participants in Liam's ruthless game, as I run off to mine and Harry's room. Zayn didn't get a room, because he's going to stay with Perrie since she's going to be in town and everything, but her flight comes in later, so Liam and Louis are boarding with each other this time.

I scrub my hair and think. I run a lot of thoughts through my head when I'm showering. I get my best ideas there. Like song lyrics and things of that nature.

I don't take long showers. Only when my thoughts are really deep or I just don't want to come out. It's also a way of escaping. I wrap a towel around my waist; I left my boxers in my suitcase under the bed and my clothes in my suitcase in the closet. I  face the bed and unwrap my towel, ready to let it drop when I hear something else drop instead. I wrap my towel back up quickly and look behind me. A girl is standing there, with a bag of ice at her feet.

"Like what you see?" I smirk and run my fingers through my hair.

"Umm, I'm sorry, I uh, I'm in the... I just needed. Ice...a-and." She stutters and all the color drains from her face as if she saw a ghost. Before I could say anything else, she runs to the bathroom covering her mouth. The bathroom's still steamy from my shower and she almost slips on the slippery tile, but she leans over the open toilet seat and vomits.

I hope I don't have to clean that.

A.N.

So like... I haven't updated in like... a while. But... just be glad I did, because I was being SUPER DUPER LAY.Z and like I got writer's block and yea... I'm sorry!! #Sorrynotsorry

PEACE OUT GIRL SCOUTS!

-Camiii