Meeting You Sucked. Nah. Just Kidding. It Was Great. (One Direction/Fan Fic)

Chapter Eleven: I Have A Plan

Chapter Eleven: I Have A Plan

No bloody way did that just happen. No way in hell.

I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was hyperventilating.

Zayn like's me?

Me?

I'm nothing special.

Just a normal girl. A very, very drunk normal girl who happens to be touring with the biggest boy band in the world. Okay, so I'm not so normal after all. But still.

I don't think my brains getting enough oxygen. It's going into overdrive. My mouth opened to speak, but I couldn't say anything. It had gone completely dry. I didn't even know what to say. The whole place had gone silent, and Zayn's face was as red as fire. He smiled at me sheepishly and scratched his neck.

Frowning, I took the drink out of Harry's hands and took it all in one go. When I was done, I felt slightly more woozier than before. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

"Uhh," I slurred. "I.... like.... chicken dippers.... bye," The next thing I know, my head is slumped down on the table, and blackness covers me.

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When I wake up, I realise I'm lying on my bed in Spain. I bite my lip and go to sit up, but almost immediately I sit back down. My head is pounding. Oh God. I knew I shouldn't have allowed Niall to buy me some alcohol. That was such a bad idea. And now I have the worst pain in the world.

Hangover.

Stupid, bloody hangover.

My eyes open and I shut them once again, trying to block out the light. It felt like I was melting. I groaned and rolled over, burying my head in the pillow.

I hope I didn't do something stupid last night.

"Is she awake?" A hushed voice asked.

"Shut up Niall. I haven't looked yet!" Scolded another.

"Oh right, sorry," There was a pause. "Sorry," Another pause. "Sor-OW!"

"Stop saying sorry!"

"For fu-OW! Seriously, man, why do y-OW!" I could tell from the Irish accent that it was Niall.

I heard a frustrated groan. "Just shut up, don't wake her," Warned the other one. It sounded a lot like Charlie. Although I could be wrong.

I badly wanted to open my eyes as I heard footsteps edging toward me.

"Her eyes are closed. She must be asleep," Whispered Niall.

There was a long pause. "Oh we could just try this," The voice turned evil. Yep, definitely Charlie. I heard her moving back a couple of steps, and then all of a sudden, she ran toward me, getting faster and faster. "Hy-ah!" She screamed, and then jumped on top of me.

My eyes automatically moved open. "Get out," I moaned, closing them again and pushing her off me.

She pushed me, making me fall onto the hard wooden floor and off the bed. I screeched as I fell with a loud bang. Sighing, I placed my head back down there. I couldn't be bothered with anything. My eyes were getting heavy again. I just wanted to sleep.

"Is she dead?" I heard Niall ask as he walked toward me. "Cam?"

I ignored him, feeling too tired and ill to do anything. I suddenly felt my body being shook violently. I shot up straight away. "Leave me alone!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and then jumped back on the bed, disappearing beneath the covers.