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CHAPTER 8
<<Niall's POV>>
<<The next day>>
"Top o' the mornin' ta ye, Niall!" declared Harry. I groaned, I had too much Irish rum and imported vodka last night. I started to rub me forehead.
"Hangover, huh?" asked Harry. I nodded very slowly. "I thought Irish people don't get hangovers, aren't their bloods made of whiskey?" joked Harry, giving me a mug.
"No, I don't need any more!" I moaned. WTF was he thinkin' was he daft? I have a fucking HANGOVER!
"It's water, ye drunk, that whiskey really did get into yer head!" laughed Harry.
"No, I knew that the entire time." I lied
"Whatever, here drink up." Harry insisted. I drank the water to dilute the hangover. "I'm going to tell Paul to go to the apothecary and get some herbs for yer hangover, meanwhile, here's a bucket and please get ready and dressed." He whipped the sheets off, leaving me exposed in me underwear.
"Ye didn't even put yer nightclothes on, Niall." Harry said, rolling his eyes, "Plus, I've got yer clothes picked out for the day, yer party clothes will be different. I laid there for about another 30 minutes before nature called. I stumbled out to the toilet in me underwear and nearly soiled meself. I stumbled back to me suite and drank some more water. I sat as it got a little better. I looked out the window as I put me clothes on and groomed meself some more.
I was putting me stockings on when Harry came back and with a mortar and pestle.
"Come, you need to eat," Harry said, motioning me to the dining room. I sat down and was served some eggs and toast. Me eggs were fried in margarine and doused in pepper, sprinkled with salt and pooled in mild hot sauce. Jest the way I love me fried eggs, but it still had a bit too much salt. I always cut the white part off and eat it first, then be careful not to break the yolk, I quickly scoop it up and gobble it. I'm an expert at it and the yolks are not allowed to overlap. A slice of toast with honey and sugar and a small bowl of mashed potatoes and cream and spices were also served.
Harry ate with me, but just a bowl of fried potatoes, he called hash and a hard-cooked egg. He made me take some of the dusty herbs with me creamy coffee, but by the time I had finished breakfast, me hangover was mostly gone.
"So Niall, how are ye feelin' aboot the ball tonight since yer finally in yer right mind now?" asked Harry, taking a swig of tea.
"Uh, okay, but ye better be there ta bail me out if anything gets too heated, these are very strong-willed people I'm sure o' it." I requested
"Sure, anything for ye, Niall," Harry replied. "I'm sure you'll find someone who will perk yer interest, any person would be lucky to have ye."
"That's only because I'm rich and powerful." I said, rolling me eyes
"No, because I see how yer willing to protect and love someone," Harry said.
"Yeah, well I hope I find someone," I said, getting up, taking me sweet toast with me. "Harry, do ye think that boy will be there?" I asked
"I don't know, balls aren't a normal place for poorer servants to go ta." He answered frankly. "Anyways, we do need ta pick out a suit for ye." I groaned again, this was going ta be tiring and boring, I tried to push it off as much as I could, but I had to face it.
We tried 8 different suits and 4 different pairs of shoes. I sent out the fashion team because I don't need to know or hear all of the bullshit those birds have to say.
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