Bring It // EDITING

Eighteen

I woke up to the sunlight streaming from the cracked blinds. I turned onto my side, cuddling the plush pillow in my arms. I sighed, breathing in the smell of laundry detergent.

I closed my eyes and started drifting off to sleep again, when I heard a deep sigh, and felt an arm around my torso. My body froze, fully awake now. My eyes scanned the room. Where am I? I've never seen this room before. I looked down, upon realising that I didn't have a shirt on, or pants.

"What the fuck happened?" I whispered, sitting up, a large pain poking behind my eyes. I laid my head in my hand, trying to figure out what all was going on, when someone grunted. I sharply turned my throbbing head to the left, seeing Niall laying there, the blanket covering half of his chest. I could hear his soft snores fill the room. I looked down at myself, then I lightly lifted the blanket up to see if he was clothed. Only his boxers. Oh my God.

"Oh no." I gasped, slipping out of the bed. I tip toed to my discarded sweatpants, but I had trouble finding my shirt. "Looking for something?" Niall asked. I shot up, looking at him in shock.

"D-did we.. ugh.." I stuttered. He shook his head. "No, we didn't." He said. I sighed in relief.

"But, the funny thing is, you would've left without saying a word if we actually did. What the hell." He asked, throwing the duvet to the side. I crossed my arms. "Oh, like you haven't done that before." I spat back. He snorted. "Actually, I haven't. But it's nice to know that you would." He retorted. I closed my mouth. Now that I think about it, I do feel bad for almost leaving without saying anything, but what was I suppose to do? I thought I had sex with him, I panicked.

"What was so suppose to do? Wait for you to wake up to tell you that I made the biggest mistake of my life?" I asked. He seemed to flinch a bit, but shook it off. "Maybe stay around to say good morning, or something along the lines of 'You were amazing last night'." He said, putting some sweatpants on.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, apparently it never happened. So, would you have rather me walk out without a word, or have you wake up and argue with me?"

"Argue, then I would know you cared enough to stay." He said, searching for a shirt. I felt something tug at my heartstrings.

"Why does that bother you so much?" I asked. He sighed. "Wouldn't it bother you?"

"Well, yeah I guess. But you seem really bothered by it." I said. He kept his vision in the dresser, still searching for a shirt. I then realised.

"It's happened to you before, hasn't it?" I asked. He stopped moving, nodding. "Yeah, it has." He said. I looked down, covering my chest. "Here, put this on." He said. I looked up, just in time to have a t shirt thrown right in my face.

I mumbled a 'Thanks', his chuckle filling the room. I pulled the shirt over my head, the material soft from being worn so much, the smell of fabric softener and a sweet smell of vanilla filling my nostrils. He walked to the door, turning to me. "You coming?"

I nodded shyly, walking past him through the door. We walked down the steps and into the kitchen, where Harry and Louis sat with bags under their eyes and glasses of asprin. "So, what happened last night?" Louis asked, rubbing his temple.

"Did you two do it?" Harry piped in. My cheeks burned as I shook my head. "No, nothing happened."

"Then why are you wearing his shirt?" Louis asked, pointing to me.

"So what happened to you two, I didn't hear from you after taking the suicide shots." said Niall, changing the subject, thank God. Harry shrugged. "After Delaney had the lime in her mouth, I kinda just passed out."