Pink *Niall Horan Fan Fiction*

Chapter 30

"So you're telling me that you went to that club, got into a fight with that guy, AND managed to get yourself on every magazine cover in the United States?"  Paul rages the next morning, pacing the hallway while Niall sits on the floor with his head in his hands. 

"Paul, please stop yelling."  Niall begs. 

"I don't care how hungover you are, Niall James Horan, THIS," Paul pauses and throws a magazine at him before continuing, "is not okay!"  He finally finishes yelling at Niall, and his face is bright red from the anger. 

Niall glances at the magazine that has his drunken, rage-filled face covering it, and he puts his head in his hands once again.  "I'm sorry Paul.  I don't even remember any cameras being in there."  Niall apologizes, looking up from his hands and glancing at me before landing his gaze on Paul. 

"Cell phones, Niall.  Everybody has cell phones these days."  Paul sighs, and stops pacing.  "Let me explain what happened to Mr. Cowell when he calls, and we'll see what happens.  Until then, stay in your hotel room and don't go anywhere without telling me."  Paul gives up and storms down the hallway.  I reach a hand out to help Niall up, and end up using my entire body weight to pull the boy, who is practically just dead weight, up and into the door beside him. 

"Take these and lay down."  I give him a couple of Advil's and a bottle of water and curl up beside him on the bed. 

"What are we going to watch?"  I ask, flipping the TV on and clicking through channels.  I glance up at Niall, who is squinting to see the bright TV. 

"Stop squinting.  It's hurting my eyes just looking at you."  I complain, gently squeezing his knee.  He closes his eyes and leans his head back into the fluffy pillows.  I pick something I want to watch, when the light snores start coming from above me. 

I smile, and get up to pop a bag of popcorn before settling into the bed to watch Mirror Mirror.  Niall wakes up about halfway through the movie and stumbles into the bathroom muttering some incoherent things.  And I thought he was getting better.  I frown and look over the food service menu for their breakfast specials. 

"Niall, I'm ordering room service."  I call to the bathroom and pick up the hotel phone. 

"Yeah I'd like to order room service.  Um, we'll take one of the triple stacks of buttermilk pancakes, and one triple stack of blueberry buttermilk pancakes.  We'd also like two apple juices, please."  I order and wait for the person on the other end to confirm it, which they do. 

"Your order will be up shortly."  The man on the other end says.  I hang up and crawl back in bed and press Play on the movie.  

"I feel like shit."  Niall complains, flopping backwards on the bed and putting his head on top of my stomach. 

"You look like shit too, don't worry."  I grin and tease until Niall scowls at me. 

"You're not helping this situation, you know."  Niall complains and I scoot back over to the bed with him and lift his shirt up so I can look at our cute little tattoos again.  The heart and the arrow, aren't they just perfect?  I smile and trace around the edges of his arrow until there is a knock at the door. 

"Room service!" A man calls from the hallway. 

"I'll get it."  I jump up and grab my purse with my wallet and open the door for the man to bring the cart in, which he does. 

"Okay, it will be $25."  The man says and hand him the money in cash, before basically kicking him out of the room and curling up beside Niall with my blueberry pancakes.

"You better eat yours while they're hot because they won't be any good when they're cold."  I lecture Niall, trying to get him to eat something. 

"Plus your stomach and head will feel better if you put some solid food down your throat."  I reason, and use my previous knowledge of hangovers to help him get over the pain.  He mumbles some incoherent things beside me and blindly reaches for a pancake, shoving it in his mouth dry.  I cringe just looking at him. 

"You and Eleanor should go out today and spend a day together before she has to leave and we move to the next show."  Niall decides. 

"You might be full of some of your brightest ideas when you're hungover."  I laugh and crawl out of bed to put some actual clothes on and text Eleanor.  I pull on a black crop-top and a pair of white high-waisted shorts before pulling my hair to the side in a knot braid and sliding my feet into gladiator flip flops and giving Niall a kiss. 

"We're going shopping, and maybe to a movie.  We'll be back later, love."  I bid him goodbye and laugh when he just rolls onto his stomach and almost immediately starts snoring.  I roll my eyes and head out to meet Eleanor so we can tell Paul where we're going.  He says it's fine, and Eleanor and I head to the elevator. 

"It feels like it's been so long since we've talked!  We really need to catch up."  I decide, hooking my arm with hers as we run out to catch a cab to the mall. 

"Yes we do."  Eleanor agrees, and we spend the cab ride talking about our lives.  She lets me know everything that's been going on in her college life, and I tell her about my dad, and the awful breakup with Niall.  We talk about life goals and past relationships and just everything under the sun. 

After we're let out at the mall, we spend hours just walking around and looking at stuff and talking.  We go into several stores and don't buy much, but then we go into this one little store that doesn't look like much from the outside, but on the inside, it's a completely different story.  The clothes are absolutely adorable and so are the little knick-knacks across the store. 

"Oh my gosh, El look at this!"  I exclaim, pulling a little hand knitted dress off a rack and holding it up.  It's an old dusty brown color with two-inch straps and a single, small, turquoise belt around the middle for a pop of color. 

"That's an original, sweety.  My mother actually made that dress."  A little lady who is probably 50 or 60 waddles up to us. 

"She just insisted I put it in the store, so I did."  She informs me, and that just makes me love the dress even more. 

"Can I try it on?"  I ask, and follow the lady to the back of the store to a dressing room.  I step in, and slide the dress on over my clothes, and it fits perfectly.  I open the door and do a little twirl for Eleanor and the lady, and they both clap. 

"It's so perfect, I don't even have words to describe it."  I admire the dress on me before going back in and taking it off. 

"I'm definitely getting this."  I tell the lady, and she offers to take it up to the counter so I don't have to carry it. 

"How about this one?"  Eleanor asks, holding up a strapless high-low dress that is blue, white and black. 

"I love it."  I smile and Eleanor looks at the size and smiles.  We spend another good hour, hour and a half in this store trying on dresses and other stuff before we eventually check out and end up carrying three bags each. 

"I'm still in love with that knitted dress."  I smile as we walk out of the store. 

"Me too.  I wish I would have seen it first."  Eleanor sticks her tongue out at me and I can't help but laugh. 

"You're so childish."  I laugh as we lug our stuff outside to hail a cab back to the hotel.  We both figured we should check on our boyfriends before we go to the movie we were planning on. 

"Niall."  I call when I slide my room key in the door. 

"Go away."  He groans as I sit on the side of the bed where he's curled up in a ball. 

"Ni, are you okay?"  I ask, forcing him to look at me.  Sweat is glistening on his very pale cheeks and forehead and his teeth are slightly chattering. 

"Oh my gosh, Niall, get up, now."  I demand, yanking on his arms to get him to sit up.  "Stay awake.  Don't even think about going to sleep because you might not wake up."  I demand, forcing Niall to sit up and keeps his eyes open while I call Paul. 

"We've got a problem.  I think Niall has alcohol poisoning."