The Runaway - N.H.

[13] Miss I'm-an-alcoholic

I wake up with Niall's arms still wrapped around me and when I look up to his face his smiling at me and I can't help but smile back.

"Good morning beautiful." He whispers and kisses me on the forehead.

"Morning." I start to stretch with a big ass grin on my face.

"We have to go into the studio today, do you want to come?"

"I have school, I told you."

"It's a bit late to go to school now isn't it?" He gestures towards the clock and I almost scream when I see it reads 12:38.

"Shit!" I yell. "Nest week is exam week."

"Did you have anything important today?" I shake my head. "Then you're fine!" He starts laughing at my distressed state.

"You don't get it, if I don't pass these tests I can't graduate early."

"Early? How early?"

"I'm supposed to graduate this semester... if I get a B standard on everything." Most of my subjects I have A's but I'm still worried.

"You're fine." He says and kisses me again.

I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach and I start to smile and so does he. He pulls away and cups my face in his hands. "What's your real story?" His voice is below a whisper.

"What do you mean?" I say still smiling.

"I know you told Louis part if your story, but your real one. All your stupid decisions, make ups, break ups, hook ups." He says with a sly smile.

"Hmm." I don't know if I should tell him everything, what if he thinks of me differently? What if he doesn't like me anymore? Does he even like me?

I realise I've been silent to long when Harry walks in through the adjoining door, looking like shit. "Niall what are you- oh." He starts laughing. "Louis is going to kill you!" Now he's hysterically laughing and has tears in the corners of his eyes.

I think about how this may look, I'm sitting in his bed, wearing one of his shirts the morning after we first met.

"It's not how it looks dip shit." Niall says and his accent is irresistibly adorable.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't have sex." He says after he calms down from his laughing fit.

"We. Didn't. Have. Sex. Dip. Shit." I say slowly.

"Oh." He looks really stupid now and it makes Niall and I giggle. "Louis is still going to kill you. You know, since he's on his way here now."

"What?!" I almost scream. Niall seems to remember something and then start to panic.

I quickly grab my clothes and run into the bathroom to get dressed. When I get out, Harry and Niall seem to be in a deep conversation but stop when they see me.

"Just say you passed out on the couch." Harry's deep voice fills the room.

"Yeah. Harry, you look like shit." He looks absolutely terrible.

"Piss off. Why don't you look bad, you had a fair few drinks?" He seems shocked I don't have a hangover.

I take a seat on the couch to pretend I slept there all night. "Unlike you, I've drank more than like four times before." I start to remember all the time I actually have gotten drunk and the thought makes me want to vomit.

"I'm sorry Miss I'm-an-alcoholic."

"Piss off." I say seriously, I know he meant it as a joke but no ones laughing and it hurt.