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Welcome to Northwich.

“I heard what she said, tell her she better answer the fucking phone.”

-Bella

So I’m debating between what was by far the weirdest club experience… Get felt up by a disgusting pig or flying to Northwich. Obviously, we see a common pattern here, drinking is not a good idea for me. I don’t even know how I ended up in Northwich, if I didn’t even know my way around London, much less England. The point was I was in Northwich, which was about 30 minutes away from Manchester, which was about 2 hours away from London, which brings me to the question of how in the hell did I get from London and ended up in Northwich? And to add on to this with Niall. Not that I’m complaining, I just don’t remember and it frustrates me.

            I woke up that morning with a killer headache. I literarily just wanted to go back to a never-ending sleep in this comfortable and fluffy bed. With these fluffy pillows in the warm arms of Niall. Wait what?! Yes my exact question. Last time I remember, I slept in my comfortable bed with my cool pillows by myself, not in someone’s arms, and especially not Niall’s. To say I was freaked out was the understatement of the century. No, actually, the understatement of this millennium. I was gob smacked. I couldn’t utter a word but my body stiffed when I felt Niall stirring. I looked up to see him open his eyes and those beautiful, blue orbs that seemed to look right through me looked down at me, in surprise. Not that I’m complaining but he didn’t have a shirt on only boxers and apparently I was only in my bra and panties with Niall’s white shirt that fit me like a dress. Short people problems. Anyways, we both basically jumped out of the bed as soon as reality dawned on us. I know for a fact we didn’t sleep together. I mean we did but we didn’t have sex, that’s what I meant.

“Bella?” Niall whispered. A string of curse words cam out of his mouth as he began to run his hands through his fluffy blonde-brown hair. His roots were even more visible. I loved when his hair was like that. “Fuck! Did we uh- did we s-sleep together?” He said as his face showed nervousness and panic.

“No we didn’t. I’m sure of it.” A pregnant pause followed. After that a burst of giggles appeared to be coming from my throat. “Oh my god, what the hell happened last night?” I asked.

“I don’t really remember?” Niall asked. He began to get his jeans on meanwhile I took the shirt off and when I saw him staring at me, I threw the shirt and landed right on his face. He muttered a sorry while I put my crop top on and then as I fought with the devil— I mean my leather pants— Niall grabbed his keys to his truck and we went to the lobby. I mean clearly we were in a hotel.

“Oh Frank, here come the lovely couple!” The lady at reception called out. I could feel my face redden. We checked out and finally walked to the outside.

“Maybe we should ask in the lobby if we came in the truck?” I asked. We walked back inside but Frank said that we just had come in a taxi. We walked out and walked into the small village-looking area. Maybe we were on the outskirts of London? “Umm let me call Charlie and see if she can come pick us up?” I asked Niall.

“Yeah perfect.” I took my phone out of my back pocket and began to call Charlie.

“Hey Bells what’s up?” Umm unless Charlotte had gone through some voice transformation thing, last time I remember she did not have a deep voice. I took my phone away from my ear and saw that I had dialed Charlie. Well the number wasn’t wrong. “Umm Harry?” I asked.

“Yep, what’s up?” He asked casually, as if nothing was wrong.

“Are you with Charlie at the moment?” I carefully asked. Niall just gave me a puzzled look. I shrugged.