They D̶o̶n̶t̶ Know About Us // Niley

Chapter Forty Three

I rolled over to my side and groaned, it feels like a fucking chainsaw in my head, my mouth tasted of alcohol and vomit.

I couldn't open my eyes, my lids felt heavy and my whole body ached, and the repeating ring of the telephone made the banging in my head worse.

I stretched out my hand to reach for it, my eyes still sealed shut, I thought it must be the wake up call I ordered, and when I extended my arm I could feel my skin brushing against someone else's.

I knocked the phone and the ringing stopped, and stretched back my arm to collide with the soft skin once again. I rolled over closer to her and wrapped my arms around her.

I cuddled my face to the crook of her neck, and the oddest sensation filled me, somehow she didn't smell like her usual fruity perfume. I feel her squirming between my grip, so I loosened my arm and began falling back to sleep.

But the banging in my head made it impossible. God, how much did I drank? I didn't remember everything from last night, after I had left the pageant to the club I chatted with a few people...Olivia must've brought me home.

I rubbed my forehead in attempt to decrease the banging, but somehow I felt sicker like I had been holding back a vomit. I figured I should get up and make some coffee, but it seemed like getting up would only make things worse.

My ears began ringing to the slightest noises, sending panic to my mind and made my head spin. I've never had a hang over this bad.

"Liv?" I mumbled, my voice hoarse and my breath reeks of alcohol. I groaned again, I can't believe how bad these things could be. I shook Olivia's arm lightly in attempt to wake her up.

"Babe..." I tried again, my eyes are still closed but I could feel her began rolling over to face me. "Oh, shit, my head..." She whispered, her voice sounded deeper than usual.

Wait, she was drunk last night too?

I playfully rubbed her arms and kissed her shoulders. "What the?" She complained and turned around to me.

I opened my eyes to see-

"Holy fuck!" She screeched and jumped away from me, almost falling to the floor. My ears rang to her raging voice, and my head began banging louder.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" She yelled, pulling the sheets to cover her chest.

"Oh my God! Stop fucking yelling!" I yelled, slowly pulling myself up from the bed and covering my ears.

My eyes finally adjusted to the light and I could see clearly Miley sitting-

"Miley?" I mouthed in horror at the sight of her widening eyes shorting right at me. I let my gaze fall to my bare chest and the rest of my body draped in the sheets, while Miley was cocooned, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What the fuck?! Nick?! Get the fuck out of here!" She demanded, her voice screams of fear and anger.

"This is my room!" I pointed out, lowering my voice, since I was still hung over.

Miley eyed the dim-lit room until her eyes finally stopped on me. "What the fuck did you do to me?!" She cried, and I wanted to reach for her face and cover her mouth with whatever big enough to shut her up.

"Jesus Christ, stop with the yelling!" I replied, covering my ears again and letting out a groan. "No! You fucking raped me, didn't you?!" She continued and I had no choice but to pull her to me and put my finger over her lips.

Her eyes shot me a glare but I still need to process everything, and that means she had to stay really quiet because the hang over is killing me.

"Shh..." I shushed but she opened her mouth to protest "What did you do to me?" She sobbed.