These Boys Drive Me Insane (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 8 - Fucking Paps

- Bella's Point of View - 

Soft snoring and quiet mumbling wake me up and I see Niall sound asleep with his face in my neck, arms around my shoulders. I stir a bit but he just smacks his lips sleepily and holds me tighter.

"Ni?" Oh God, what's he gonna say when he wakes up. Maybe it wasn't that much alcohol, he'll surely remember. Last night's events kept replaying in my head, it was almost too good to be true.

Maybe it actually is. Quit your blathering.

His perfect little eyelids flutter open and he flashes the goofiest smile until it contorts to a face of pain. The headaches are only part of the evident hangover Niall's enduring. "Ahh, God." He grunts and stuffs his face into his pillow. 

I reach over and tangle my fingers in his hair. His chest rumbles with chuckles and he looks up at me with red eyes. I take a deep breath and try my best to say this coherently, and preferably without crying. 

"Niall do you remember anything from last night?" He tosses himself onto his back and stares at the ceiling, a puzzled look plastered on his face. 

"Hmm... no, sorry. Did something important happe- HOLY FUCK I'M SORRY I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M DOING HERE!" His sleepiness had worn off and he seems to finally realize he'd been sleeping in my bed all night. He jumps out of bed, hits his head on the nightstand and falls on the floor. His painful groan echoes around the room as his hand comes up to massage his temples. 

Note: his clumsiness doesn't wear off 

He stays down on the floor, probably too hungover to get up. I purposely fall from the bed and onto the floor next to him. I guess he can see the tears pooling in my eyes because he wraps an arm around my waist and plants a kiss on my head. 

"Bella, what happened last night? Can you tell me? Please tell me it wasn't anything bad." His thick accent seems even thicker when hungover, it's kinda hot. 

The hell, Bella? Oh shut up I'm allowed to fantasize over Irish boys. 

I sigh and prepare to tell him...

"Niall, last night you led me in here and you were about to go to sleep until I wanted to tell you something... ermm..."

"What?" A huge smile plastered on his dumb little face. 

 I shut my eyes tight and quickly plant a quick kiss on his cheek, immediately pull back and rest my head on his chest. A chuckle escapes his lips and I look up. 

"Bella, honey you missed." 

"What do you mean I-" He interrupts by abruptly by cupping my face in his huge hands and send a kiss so powerful I can feel it down to my toes and back again. 

-Shannon's POV- 

"STYLES GIVE ME BACK MY UMBRELLA RIGHT NOW!" It's rainy today and Harry and I decided to go out for "a cuppa", that's what he calls it. A cup of what? I haven't gotten the hang of Brit slang quite yet. 

Or anytime for that matter, eesh.

You haven't either subconscience so keep thinking and see how that works out for ya. 

You're a bit early on you period aren't yo- 

SHUT THE FUCK UP JUST BECAUSE I'M IRRITABLE DOESN'T MEAN I- *ahem* 

Alright maybe you might be right.

Anyways, Harry decides to lead me to his favorite coffee shop and steals my God forsaken umbrella.