Behind the Mic (Liam Payne fanfic)

Chapter Thirteen

I woke up in bed with a headache. I didn't open my eyes right away because I could tell behind my eyelids that a window must've been open because of the light. A window? I didn't have a window in my bedroom. I moved slightly and felt soft sheets against my bare legs. Soft sheets? Mine were crappy, from Target. Bare legs? Where was I? I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"Here," a deep voice said, pressing a cup and some pills into my hand. I looked at them and recognized them as Advil. I swallowed them down and looked up. Liam was sitting on a chair next to the bed. This was not my room.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice gravely and rough.

"The boys' and I's apartment. We have one in L.A. and we all crash here often. This is my room." I looked around. It was painted a light beige color with mostly black and white furniture. It was extremely clean, but I suppose it would be if he wasn't here often.

"I slept here last night?"

"I couldn't understand what you were saying last night when you were telling me where your house was," he chuckled. "So I took you here and let you sleep."

"What time is it?"

"Noon," he said. "You got a text from Brandon, he said you're called at three for work. Do you want something to eat?" I nodded.

"Something small, though," I said. "I'm not too hungry." I started to get up, and saw that I wasn't wearing any pants, just my underwear and an oversized t-shirt. "Where are my clothes?"

"Oh, sorry, here," Liam said, handing them to me from the desk next to the bed. "I changed you last night, I thought you'd be more comfortable not sleeping in jeans."

"You changed me?" I blushed. I felt like a baby. I was so embarrassed, getting drunk the first night out with him and at a big party and so drunk that he had to change me like an infant.

"Yeah, I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "I just thought it'd be more comfortable, and I know I hate sleeping in the clothes I was wearing all day, I didn't mean to unclothe you without your consent--"

"No, it's not that," I waved his concern away. "I appreciate it, really. Thank you. I'm just embarrassed you had to do that and I couldn't do it myself."

"Don't be," he laughed lightheartedly. "We've all been there. I'll meet you in the kitchen." I nodded and he left the room. I pulled on my jeans and checked my phone, and shoved my sweater in my bag. Many texts and calls from my sister and one from Brandon. I opened the one from Brandon.

we're called at three today. where are you? do you need a ride? It said.

i'm at an apartment, not sure where. got sorta drunk last night, but i'm good now. i've got a ride. cya there, I replied. I ignored the texts from my sister, for now. I figured I should read them at some point and call her, but that was for later. Right now I was worried about eating and getting water. I grabbed my bag and put my phone in my pocket and opened the door. Before I walked out, I hesitated. I heard angry whispers coming from down the hall.

"She can't stay here. She'll rat out our address and we won't ever have peace and quiet in L.A. again," I looked around the corner and saw Zayn and Liam arguing in the kitchen.

"She's not like that, she wouldn't do that," Liam defended me.

"You've known her for literally two days!" Zayn ran his hands through his hair angrily. "Mate, you don't know this girl. Not well enough to bring her home."

"Like you've never brought a girl home on the first date," Liam argued. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I checked it.

how's your hangover lol? sorry about that. let me know if you need anything. It was from Brandon. I sent him a quick thank you and decided to walk into the kitchen. Zayn quickly stopped himself from yelling back at Liam when he saw me.