I Want To Be Your Reason To Be (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9: I Just Can't Describe These Feelings

Nicole's POV

I open my eyes to my sunlit room and let out a yawn. The events of last night replay in my mind and I decide to act as if nothing happened.  

Then I realize-- I thought I fell asleep on the couch. I'm pretty sure I didn't fall asleep in here, and I definitely didn't change out of my dress. Oh well, it was probably Jess, but then why am I wearing this shirt? It's not mine, and it doesn't look like something she would wear either.  

I walk to Jess's room and ask her if she wants to go to breakfast. She nods and we both get changed. 

"So..." Jess says with a sad smile as soon as we're seated at the hotel restaurant.  

"Jess, don't be upset about me. I'm going to get better, look I'll have some fruit salad and I won't throw it up," I reassure her. "But please don't bring it up again," I add.  

Jess reluctantly nods and there is an awkward silence for a few seconds until I speak again.  

"Um, Jess, did you bring me to my room and change me last night? I woke up wearing some shirt that doesn't belong to me." 

"Oh," Jess says, "I went to bed while you were still on the couch with Liam, so I guess it was him." 

I blush a little at the thought and finish my fruit salad quickly, still embarrassed.  

I leave Jess some money and stand up.  

"I'm gonna go," I say. "Can we catch up later?" 

"You're not going to..." Jess makes a gagging motion and I roll my eyes.  

"No, I just want to return the shirt to Liam and make sure Niall's okay," I say.  

"Oh, okay, well good luck," she says sympathetically.  

"Thanks," I reply and walk to Liam, Niall, and Zayn's room after picking up the shirt from my room.  

Harry answers the door, to my surprise, and before I can ask, he just says, "I wanted to make sure Niall was okay so I came here, of course Zayn is still sleeping and Liam and Niall are being weird around each other, so I've been with him all night. He's sleeping now but he practically cried himself to sleep. Not to make you feel bad or anything, it was your choice." 

I sigh. "Now I REALLY feel horrible. I need to talk to him." 

"No!" Harry says. "First off, he finally got to sleep and he was very tired, and second, I don't think he wants to wake up to your face unless you're going to tell him you love him and made a huge mistake and need to be with him and all that." 

"Okay, but I want to go talk to Liam anyway," I say.  

"Fine," Harry says, raising his eyebrows, and goes into what I presume is Niall's bedroom.  

As I walk farther into the suite, I hear singing from one of the doors that is ajar.  

"But I see you with him 

Slow dancing 

Tearing me apart cause you don't see 

Whenever you kiss him I'm breaking  

Oh how I wish that was me." 

I stand outside the door, harmonizing softly to the melody until the song finishes.  

I open the door and peek inside. Liam is sitting on his bed in a pair of sweatpants and no shirt with his guitar on his lap. I quickly hide behind the door and catch my breath when I see his face, although I'm not quite sure why. I see his face everyday and I've never really thought much of it, but now I have some kind of tingly feeling inside.