Away From Home (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 15 I Like Your Pants

Chapter 15



I woke up laying on the bathroom floor and smelling of puke. I had a horrible headache and then I remembered the night before. I groaned and then laid back down on the floor.

Louis came in and saw that I was up. Squishy followed in behind him an barked at me. I looked in the mirror to find that my hair looked like a giant haystack and makeup was streaked down my face. I don't even wear that much. Stupid sugar hangover. I groaned again and Louis laughed.

"Good morning, Snow Bird!" he said cheerily.

I scowled at him. "Not so loud, my head hurts!"

"You'll be fine. Now take a shower, you smell disgusting."

"Thanks for your sympathy, Louis." I said sarcastically. He left the bathroom so I could hop in the shower.

"When I was done I yanked a brush through my curly brown hair and put it up in a towel to dry. I put on one of the hotel's fluffy robes and walked out to the living room to see the boys lazing around.

"Look who finally woke up from her sugar coma." Liam said.

I stuck out my tongue at him and he rolled his eyes.

"You're really annoying when you're hyper." Niall said.

"And you sing. A lot." Zayn said.

"You guys are the ones who told me to eat that candy bar, so it's your fault."

"You tackled me and asked me what it was like to have a nose shaped like mine." Harry told me.

"Yeah, I remember."

"Since when am I your English muffin?" Louis asked.

"I wasn't in control of my actions!" I yelled at him. I started feeling sick again so I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Gross.

"Are you okay?" Niall asked when I walked back into the living room.

"I'll be fine. Sometimes I get sick if I have too much sugar. No big deal." I said and shrugged. I heard my phone ringing in my room, so I ran to answer it. I screamed a little when I saw on the caller ID that it was Oliver.

"Hello?" I answered as I walked in to join the boys on the couch again.

"Hey Bianca!" his very nice voice and British accent greeted me. "I was just thinking about you."

Aww. "I was, um, thinking about, erm, you too!" I felt myself blushing.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today?" he asked.

"Yeah! Definitely! I would absolutely love to, that would be so much fun!" I said until I remembered with my luck, I would probably throw up on his shoes. "But I can't, I'm kind of sick."

"Oh. Well maybe I could come over and we could hang out together at the hotel."

"Sure." I gave him the name of our new hotel and our room number.

"See you later." he said.

"Bye!" I said and hung up. I looked around to see all the boys smirking at me. I felt a blush creep on my face.

"Who was that?" Liam asked with a smile.

"None of your business." I said flatly.

"I think it was Oliver." Harry said. He turned his voice high pitched and said, "Oh, Oliver! I love you so much!" he made kissing noises and I chucked a couch pillow at his face.

"I don't talk like that!" I yelled at him.

The boys laughed and continued making fun of my voice. It was very rude.

"I go completely insane when I eat candy!" Niall yelled in a high pitched voice. He even used an American accent.

"When I sing it's like shoving swords into people's ears!" Zayn yelled. I scowled at him.

"I'm so socially awkward around guys I like, that I can barely function as a human being!" Louis said.

Harry grinned and squeezed Zayn's bicep. "Oh Zayn, you're so lush!"

"That doesn't even make sense." I said, annoyed.

Liam walked over to Louis and smacked his bum. "Smack that!" he yelled.

"And I'm hopelessly in love with a guy who obviously is hiding something from me!" Harry yelled. Wait, what?

"What do you mean there's something he's hiding?" I demanded.

"We mean there's something not right about him." Harry said.

"No there's not!"

"Yes there is." Louis said.

"Like what? Name one thing that's wrong with him!" I said.

"He has our faces on his phone case, for starters." Niall said.

"Lots of people have your merchandise!" I insisted.

Zayn snorted, "Yeah, lots of girls."

"And have you seen his hands? Really small."

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked. They all started giggling. "Perverts." I muttered.

"But, seriously, I think he's using you." Liam said.

I rolled my eyes. "He is not using me. I have to go get dressed before he comes over." I said and stormed to my room where I pulled on a pair of cotton shorts and a t-shirt. I yanked a brush through my curls again and walked back out.

As soon as I slumped on the couch and curled up under a blanket, feeling sorry for myself and sickness, we heard a knock on the door. Liam ran to answer it.

"Bianca, your darling Oliver is here." he mocked in a creepy voice with a lisp.

"Then open the door." I said. He did, and invited Oliver inside.

"Hey, good to see you again." Oliver said to Liam cheerfully. Liam stuck out a hand so they could do the man hug thing, but Oliver just threw his arms around him. Talk about awkward.

After Oliver released Liam, he saw me on the couch and the boys sitting around.

"Hi, Bianca. How are you feeling?" he asked.

"The same. Thanks for coming over, it was really sweet of you."

He grinned. "No problem." and walked over to the couch and sat down. He put his arm around my blanket covered shoulders. I leaned into his side and then noticed the boys all staring at us.

"Could you guys, um, I don't know, stop staring?" I said, kind of rudely.

They rolled their eyes and got up to leave the room. As they left, Harry winked at me.

"Don't do anything nasty." he said. I felt my face get red and Oliver shifted uncomfortably beside me.

It was quite awkward after Harry said that, so trying to make conversation, I thought of a compliment.

"I, erm, like your pants." I offered awkwardly.

"Thanks, I like your shoes." he said.

I looked down at my pink fluffy slippers and smiled. "Thanks."

"So..."

"So..."

Darn you Harry, I thought to myself as we fell into an awkward silence. He finally broke it.

"So, what was with the picture you tweeted last night?" he asked, referring to the "Nianca" picture.

"Oh, I was on a sugar high." I said. He nodded thoughtfully, and was about to say something else, but his phone went off.

"MY MILKSHAKES BRING ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD!" his phone sang. Oh gosh.

He smiled, embarrassed, and answered it. He talked for a minute, and then hung up.

"Sorry about that." he said.

"No problem." I said and leaned back on his shoulder. Squishy came stampeding into the room and jumped onto the couch, and into my lap.

"Hey buddy." I cooed and scratched his ears. Oliver patted his back.

"Long time, no see." Oliver said to the puppy. Squishy licked his hand and then jumped down off my lap. He sniffed around our feet, and before I could register what was going on, he peed all over Oliver's shoe.

I jumped up and ran to get some paper towels. My cheeks were burning while I helped him clean up. Afterwards there was another awkward silence. I decided to try to ease the tension.

"So, um, your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard?"

Oliver laughed and replied, "It's a catchy song."



****Hey everyone!! This was also a joint chapter. Thanks for reading and sorry for the late upload! We had a lot of family stuff going on with July 4 and other things.

Any ideas of what's wrong with Oliver??

Video on the side is One Direction milkshakes. I wish they would come to my yard...

Thanks for reading! Comment, vote, or fan if you liked it!~K and R=)