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28. Strip show.

Caitlyn's POV.

I slowly fluttered my eyes and felt like there's a huge rock, rocking up and down over my head. I sighed in frustration. I sat on the bed and lean my back to the headboard as I removed the covers around my body.

I've notice that I was alone, alone in this room. Where's Niall? He woke up too early. Fuck, not early. I gaze at the clock and rub the back of my neck. It's already one o'clock in the afternoon. Where did he go anyway? I grabbed my phone beside the lamp and there's a note under my phone.

Morning baby, I went to hotel to grab our stuffs. I'll buy foods too, don't worry. I'll be back! Iloveyou! -Niall xo

I smile at his cuteness. He really know how to make me smile, smile at small things. I put my phone back at the nightstand and put the note on the drawer. I wanted to keep everything he'll give me. Small, big, expensive or cheap things but best and unforgettable memories with him is all I want. Things might be broke, misplace or totally gone but good memories will stuck in your mind and heart, forever.

I stand up from the bed and my world slowly turning around. I felt dizzy and numb, I need the medicine and plenty of water to take this fucking hang over away. I opened the door and rub my forehead.

Drinking four glasses of champagne fucked me up. I don't usually drink and I guess last night was my second time to drink an alcohol. I wasn't an alcoholic person and I don't seriously like the taste of liquor, but once you gulp the liquid and flow into your throat? It's addictive. You enjoy and savour the taste until you lose up your mind and don't care about the world. You do whatever you want and you don't give a shit what might people think. Until your body will betrayed you and you'll feel the numbness, weakness and wasted. You will feel like a mess.

I was now at the staircase and I flinched a little as I heard a glass fell into the floor. I was surprised and bit scared. What if it was a thief holding bunch of guns and knives? Shut up, Caitlyn. If that is a 'thief', why would he go to the kitchen instead of the boys room? What he'll steal there? A plate? Right, brain.

I snapped from my thought as I heard another broken glass. I rushingly went towards the kitchen and there, I saw a very drunk and wasted Harry. Well, he already fell asleep on the kitchen counter but his hands keep on swaying and he hit the empty bottle of wine, one by one.

"Harry!" I said as I grabbed his hands, he only hummed in response.

"Harry get your ass up there! Let's go to your room, you're so wasted!" I said as I attempt to dragged him.

"Hello..there..person..talking..to..me." He said between his hiccup.

"Come on here you little dick bastard! Get up!" I said as I pulled his arms again. He's so strong and heavy. I gave up so I just sat on the stool and looked over him.

Minutes later, he finally cooperate and he stand up from the kitchen counter and attempt to walk straight, failed. I grabbed his arm and put around my neck, guiding him to his room.

We're now at the staircase and he's saying some words that I don't clearly understand.

"Yo no hat? Da fucking Abigail isa fucking hoe." He said as I unlocked his door. I quickly put him down on his bed and he snores, when I was about to leave, he keep on turning and changing his position.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"Hot." He groan as he slowly opened his eyes.

I grabbed the remote and switch his aircon on. I sat next to him and he really smell bad. Smell of liquor.

"Sit, you need to take off your clothes."

"Don't rape me." He said as he obeyed me. My eyes went wide as those words left his mouth. I rolled my eyes and started to lift up his shirt. While I was slowly lifting it, I can see those abs and sweaty body. Fuck Caitlyn? I shook my head and thank God his eyes were shut closed.

"Hands up." As soon as the shirt left his body, he stand up from the bed while his eyes were slowly blinking. He looked at me for a moment. I thought he'll thank me or whatever but instead, puke. What a payback. He thrown up on my shirt. Great.

"Damn it, Styles!" I yelled. He didn't response instead, he jump on his bed, backwards.

I throw his shirt at his God damn head as I slam his door shut and quickly went to the bathroom.

✿

"Baby, I'm home!" Niall shout, as he slammed our room door closed. On his right hand, he was carrying my two bags and the other one, three bags of McDonalds.

"Good, I need my clothes right away." I said as I grabbed my bags. Why am I such an idiot? I took a shower and I remembered I don't have any clothes here. All I have was a white towel wrapped around my body.

I sat on the bed and started searching for my bra and undie. I glanced at Niall and he's staring at me.

"What? You pervert." I said as a smirk imprinted on my lips. He looked away and his lips turn into a small curve.

I finally found what I'm looking for, a black bra and undie. Next, my clothes. An oversized shirt and pajama will do. I put out all of my clothes and, great. I ran out of clothes. Clean clothes. All of my clothes were dirty and I seriously need to do the laundry right away.

"Babe? Can I borrow another boxer and shirt? I ran out of clean clothes." I sheeply smiled at him because of embarassment.

He quickly went to his wardrobe and handed me the clean clothes. When I was about to go to the bathroom, the hammer over my head started to pound again. I went back to the bed and rub my forehead using my palm.

"Niall? Can you please get me some advil and water downstairs? My head hurts."

He smiled at me and rushingly went downstairs. I have the best boyfriend, ever.

I put my bags of dirty clothes aside, I'm doing a laundry later. I don't mind if it's getting late. I got up from the bed, snapped myself from my own thoughts and remove the towel around my body, revealing my naked body. I looked at the mirror. My boobs were not big like Nicki Minja's, my butt was not huge like Kim Kardashian's, and my stomach was not flat like Barbara Palvin's but it's not big like Fat Amy's, it's just kinda fine. But even though I don't have those things, I surely know that I have the best boyfriend.

I started putting up my bra and undie, while I was adjusing the cup, the door bursts open. And there, I saw a 'jaw drop' Niall holding a glass of water and medicine. He closed the door using his feet and put the water and advil on the nightstand. He sat on the bed and I can see through the mirror that he was checking me out.

"Haven't your parents told you it's not nice to stare?" I mocked him. That was the exact sentence he told me months ago.

"I wasn't expecting a strip show." He chuckled and his cheeks flushed red.

"This ain't a strip show."

"It looks for me."

"Yeah, of course it is. You already saw my body yesterday night without even my permission." I said as I wore his oversized shirt.

"Nice ass." I heard him whispered under his breathe.

"What?" I turn to face him as I was done pulling his boxer over my thigh.

"I-I said I'm sorry. You were scratching up your whole body last night and I guess that-that was itchy." He's so cute when he stutter. One thing I discovered, he stutter when he's nervous.

"True." I jumped on the bed, next to him.

"And I'm your boyfriend, that's normal." He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around my body. I looked up him and level eye to his blue ones. Before I can speak, our lips connected and moved in sync. I allowed him to travel his tongue around my mouth as I cupped both of his cheek.

"I'm craving for this but I'm craving for food and my medicine."

I smiled between our kissed. He pulled out minutes later and chuckled.

"Right." He grabbed the bags of McDonalds and started to eat as I switch the tv on.