Not the Best Home (Narry)

seven

NIALL'S POV

The aching in my skull ebbs and flows like a cold tide, yet the pain is always there. I understand at once why they call it a hangover, for it feels as if the blackest of clouds are over my head with no intention of clearing until late afternoon.

I look at the girl next to me and let out a sigh; then I cast my eyes around her room. I stood up groaning at my headache, the girl started waking up. "Sit back down I'll get you water." She voiced standing up and going to the sink; I took a seat on the bed. She came back with water and Tylenol; I swallowed the pills and nursed the water.

How the smell of the beer last night was intoxicating, yet this morning it adds to the nausea. The thirst stays after each slow drink of water and my head feels fit to crack open.

Once I finished the water I went to the girls living room; she was sat on the sofa. I then started to notice her details; and was only a tiny bit shocked that she reminded me of a certain green eyed boy.

I snuck out the house and took a bus to the White House; going inside the dining hall. Once I got in a stopped in my tracks when I saw Orange Jr with Harry, Harry looked at me with guilt in his eyes. Shit.

"You went to a party?" Jr said.

"Yeah I did, what you gonna do about it? Give me a hot shower? Please, I'll be okay." I snarled.

"What if I just?" He the pushed Harry to the ground really hard; I heard a loud yelp from the younger lad who was then kicked back down when he tried to get up. He knew what he was doing; Harry is my weak spot I guess in a way; he doesn't deserve pain I don't like seeing him in pain.

I wanted to cry as rage filled my belly. I felt my ears getting hot. I glare at Orange Jr then spat out "HOW DARE YOU?"

He sneers at me then laughs only adding fuel to my wrath.

"You think this is funny?" I snap.

He glares at me with hatred in his cruel dull eyes. "You are an extremely stupid person. Aren't you?"

Our heated quarrel continues. It was definitely a war of words and who can hurt the other one worse. Both of us at each other throats like savage hungry dogs.

Harry just sat on the floor and watched us helplessly as we took punches at each other before I felt a few arms go around me and pull me away.

"Go to your room now and don't even think about coming down for dinner." I heard Melania's feminine voice; I rolled my eyes but looked at Harry who was still hurt on the ground. They're gonna keep hurting him if I continue acting up.

I just went to the elevator and in my room; I'll see Harry later tonight anyway.