I woke feeling drained from the party last night. My head ached and I swore to myself I was never drinking again.
I got up of the couch which must have been where I passed out the night before and went to check my phone I flipped the top up and my phone beeped then turned off. Flat battery I thought to myself.
I plugged my phone in on the kitchen counter and went to the bathroom, I looked at myself.
My hair was floppy and untidy so I pulled the hair tie out and swept my hair up as best I could without a brush. I had a cut under my eye and I don't know how it got there but it stung. I got a bottle of alcohol disinfectant put a few drops on a cotton ball and dabbed it across the slit in my skin it stung and I clenched my teeth together.
When I went back out to the laundroom I was faced with my messy apartment. Bottles everywhere, food packets, plates. The place was gross. I lived with my roomate Megan but I couldn't see her anywhere, maybe she got lucky last night and went to spend the night with some guy.
I went to the kitchen opening the top drawer and ripping a garbage bag of the roll, as I closed the drawer my phone rang,
"Hello? " I answered
"Uh Hi is this Kayla?" Some guy spoke to me sounding like he had an accent maybe Scottish.
"Yes"
"Oh hi, My name is Niall. I was at your party last night.. I think I left my phone on your coffee table.. I'm using my mates phone at the moment and he lives around the corner from you.. would it be okay if I could come and get it?" I turned to look at the coffee table and yep his phone was there.
"Yeah no worries" I replied
"Okay thank you. I'll be there in 5"
I proceeded with cleaning the laundroom putting empty bottles in the garbage bag.
I didn't remember a guy named Niall at my party last night but I guess I don't really remember much at all.
I gathered the plates from the laundroom and stacked them next to the sink to be washed. Megan could do them when she decided to come home.
The Garbage bag I had was full so I took it outside walking down the path to the bin I saw someone walking up the street I continued to walk to the bin putting the bag in and closing the lid.
"Kayla? I'm Niall" The person was beside me now offering a hand for me to shake.
I stared at his beauty, He was gorgues.
"Hi" I said barely able to get that out.
"Hey" He replied
"Oh! sorry.. come inside and grab your phone" I walked in side quickly embarrassed about staring and I felt sure he noticed.
I grabbed his phone off the table and turned around bumping into his chest
"Oh um Sorry.. Here's your phone" I said handing it to him
"Thank you" He smiled.
I don't know if I was still drunk but this guy was getting sexier by the second it was a hell of a struggle to not jump on to him and make my thoughts reality. But I restrained myself.
"Did you want to stay for a coffee? You don't have to I just thought that a coffee would be nice or maybe you don't even like coffee how about tea? hot chocolate? I-"
He cut me off laughing "Thank you, Tea will be lovely"
I smiled and went to the kitchen
you dickhead I thought to myself while the jug was boiling. I was struggling to even talk to this guy properly and yet in my head I was already on my bed with him under me unbuttoning his shirt.
This guy was perfect he had no faults and his accent was so dreamy, I knew what is was now. Irish.
He is Irish, He is Perfect. And... He's in my house.
