Every Girls Dream

Chapter 13

*Emily’s P.O.V.*

I wake up to a foreign room. Sun rays poke through the closed blinds. With a bit of caution, I slowly look around the dim room to see the door standing wide open. I hear sounds coming from down the hall. I begin to sit up, and look down to see I’m still in my dress from last night.

The material had rode up to my mid stomach. That’s embarrassing… I gracefully stand and yank the dress down, so I don’t look like a stripper anymore. Gotta keep it classy; never trashy. Something sitting at the foot of the bed catches my eyes, so I take a closer look. It’s a pair of my clothes.

Whoever put me in this room must have known me to bring a pair of clothes. (AN: <<<<Link to pic or visit my pinterest page!) I sigh a sigh of relief, not as worried anymore. I grab the stack of clothes, and see a note resting on top of them. The note read:

                                                                                  Emily,

                                  Here is a change of clothes. You were sound asleep last night

                                          when we left the hall, and I didn’t want to wake you. :)

                                                             -Your favorite Leprechaun

I sigh in relief, and smile. He knows me too well... I spot my phone on the nightstand that was next to the rather large bed. I gather my things and head over to the bathroom for a much needed shower.

Last night was amazing. I danced more than I ever have in my entire 18 years of living. So much that my hair stuck to my body because of the excessive amount of sweat I produced. Now I feel all gross. Once I reach the bathroom, I open my music on my phone and played the playlist. I place my clothes on the counter. 'Fine by me' by Andy Grammer began playing. I stripped of my dress, and pulled back the curtains and hopped in the shower.

After dressed and finished I walked out to the kitchen with damp hair. I made my way quietly down the hall to make sure I didn't wake the others. I walked out to see Niall standing in front of the stove shirtless. He noticed my presence and turned around to face me.

"Goodmorning!" He said with an award winning smile plastered across his face."You look lovely," he compliments. I blush.

"Morning," I said taking a seat on a bar stool ignoring his previous compliment, so it isn't awkward, "Whatcha making?"

"French toast and omlets," He said flipping the french toast on the pan.

"Mmmm." I hummed, the sweet smell reaching my nose. "Need any help?" I asked standing up and walking over to him.

"I'm pretty much done, but you can go wake up the others?" He said like a question.

"Ooh! That's my area of expertise!" I yelled, flipping my hair. Niall giggled and I grabed a pot and a spoon. I skipped out of the kitchen and began running around the house screaming and slamming the spoon onto the pot, making a loud ringing sound.

"What is your problem??" Frankie says coming out of her room, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"A lot of things" I start laughing.

"Now lets go! Breakfast is ready!" I yell as the group winces from my loud voice this early in the morning. They follow me to the kitchen with out another word.