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Stop Hatin' (Ch 18)

Pic of Ryan in Chapter 1 [not the prologue.]

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Picture [Niall:} HES SO FLACKING SHMEXY EVEN WHEN HES MAD MY WITTOL BOOO!]

FALALALALA I'M A PAIN IN THE ASS AND MAKE YOU READ LYRICS

Not to mention the fact that this chapter is L O N G over due. But I been busy. I'm in Connecticut. DON'T JUDGE ME!

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I woke up the next morning with a horrible head ache, and I wanted to die. Hangovers are NO fun.

"Good morning beautiful." Niall said, but it sounded like he was screaming.

"Oh my god! Stop yelling!" I demanded.

"I'm not?" He said as he scratched his head. "Someone's got a bad hangover." 

"Really? How could you tell?" I said sarcastically as I buried my face in my pillow.

"Well!" He scoffed. "Someone's cranky."

"Someones head is pounding and doesn't want to get out of bed." 

"Someone can't. Cause someone promised Twitter a surprise location concert, where SHE and One Direction sing." He whispered in my ear. 

"UGHHHHHHH!" I yelled in frustration, then grabbed my head when I realized my screaming hurt my head too.

"Lets get this done and fucking over with."  I said as I slid out of bed and got dressed.

"Really Ryan? You can't wear joggers and a jumper." Niall said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"And why the flack not?" I asked.

"Really? Really? Like, that was completely necessary? Flack... Really?" He giggled.

"Yup. Now why can't I wear sweats and a sweat shirt?" I asked as I looked up at him.

"Not professional at all." He said as he kissed the top of my head.

"Ugh. Fine." I sighed as I took off the sweat pants. 

"What do you want me to wear?" I asked him as I pushed him away and turned back to my closet.

"Well I'd love you naked, but we can't do that..." He sighed then looked in the closet with me.

"This. And this. With these shoes."

And believe it or not, he picked out a cute outfit. I put it on and looked at my self in my vanity mirror. I LOOK LIKE I GOT HIT BY A MACK TRUCK! HOW WONDERFUL!

"OH GOD! I look horrible. No amount of make up is gonna cure this." I groaned.

"I'll be right back." Niall said as he ran down stairs. Five minutes later I heard the blender turn on and then shut off a few minutes later.

Niall ran up the stairs with a huge glass of some brown disgusting liquid.

"What the hell is that?" I asked.

"Eggs, fruit, bouillon soup, bananas, and Gatorade. It'll help your hangover."  He smiled and held the cup out to me.

"UHM NO!" I said as I pushed the cup back at him. "Where'd you come up with the idea that the combination of those things, would help?" 

"Internet." He smiled his goofiest smile.

"No. Not drinking that. You couldn't have just brought me one of the ingredients? Like fruit? I like fruit." I shook my head as I tucked my shirt into my shorts.