maid in the am

22.

Rose's POV
Thump. Thump. Thump. The pounding in my head is unreal as I wake up. I fully expect to have to fight my crusty fake eyelashes in order to even open my eyes a little, but they're not there as I crack them open. I immediately close them because of the brightness. Holy fuck how much did I drink last night? Did I really blackout and take my makeup off? I for sure don't remember most of the night. Mel and I are a dangerous combo apparently. Holy shit, how did we get home? Wait, where the fuck am I? As I think this, I am suddenly very aware of the warm body touching me, and my eyes fly open. I try not to move to much as I survey my surroundings. Oh my god! I'm literally in Niall's room what the fuck! My head is resting right next to his leg as he's in an awkward half sitting half laying position. His hand seems to be tangled in my hair. Oh my god...did I drunkenly hook up with him?! What the fuck Rose! I didn't even know he was home! I suddenly remember a moment from last night with Mel in the club bathroom. She told me he would be back, and I didn't fucking believe her. God I'm stupid. And now I'm in Niall's bed, with no recollection of how I got there. I turn my body a little, making sure not to disturb him. I end up facing him even more. I just admire him for a minute, trying to study his appearance and judge what happened. He's wearing some soft Nike sweat shorts, and a t-shirt so at least he's not shirtless. There's no traces of any of my makeup in his face either, which is a very reassuring thing. That is, until I feel my face and remember that my makeup has somehow miraculously come off. Shit, that rules out my theory of the no traces of makeup. I hate not knowing what happened, and I hate not knowing why I've woken up next to Niall Horan in his bed. I fear the worst. I'm definitely losing my job after this. Even if I don't, Niall won't treat me the same anymore. He fucking won, he got what has wanted since met. I just gave it up so easily! Wait, he's a good person though he would never do that with me if I was that drunk. Yeah, that's what I'm going with right now, but before I can rationalize this theory he stirs. I immediately roll back over and slam my eyes shut pretending to be asleep. His weight shifts, and I hear him yawn. I then feel him lean over me, and feel a gentle hand pressed into my clammy ass forehead. From there he brushes my hair back and gently strokes it for a bit, I can't deny that it feels extremely nice. I wish I could see his face right now, but I know that he would immediately stop if I "woke up" so I just enjoy it for a bit longer. He stirs, and I feel his weight leave the bed. He exits into the bathroom and I have some more time to think. How long should I wait to actually get up so it doesn't seem weird? Ugh I hate this, I just want to know what happened. I want to know why he's being so sweet. I refuse to believe that is just how he is, no one is nice to other people without their own interests on their mind. At least I'm still in my club dress. That means no one changed me against my will. Also, where the hell is Mel? I mean I suppose Niall probably took us home last night, but if she was as drunk as I was then there's no way she should've been alone. I'm interrupted again by Niall returning to the bed, this time he snuggles under some blankets on his side. He turns the golf channel on, again, and makes sure it's quiet for me. Why is he being so nice? Does he feel bad for me? What did I tell him last night?! Oh god I hope I didn't talk to him and tell him my fucking life story. I don't like people knowing about me, it gives them way too much power. I can't take the not knowing anymore, so I decide it's time to fake wake up. I'm toss and turn a little, and really sell it. I whimper a little bit, and gently flutter my eyes open. I'm met with an intense blue stare, full of concern as he turns to face me, a little closer than I figured he would get. He begins to speak before I can even react to his beautiful face. "Ya ok Rosie? How are ya feeling?" he says. Before I have a chance to respond, Mel barges in the room and yells, "OH MY GOD DID YOU GUYS SMASH?!" We both bolt away from each other and he jumps out of the bed. I let Niall respond because I have no idea what the answer to that question is, although I'm pretty sure it's no. He says firmly, "No, of course not!! I was just making sure she was ok all night because you forced her to drink too much, and YOU stole her bed and none of the other ones were made. I just didn't want to find her dead and choked on her own vomit so I made sure she was fine." Oh thank god, I think as he speaks. Wait though, he can't blame Mel for stupid shit I did! I'm speaking before I know it saying, "Niall don't be so mean to Mel, I'm an adult and I made my own choices! Also, it's my fault the beds aren't made, so don't be rude." She stands there laughing as I finish my sentence and he replies, "Okay fine, I just know Mel can be a dumbass sometimes, I'm gonna go make us all some breakfast" laughing the whole time. Mel pulls me out of bed and into my room. "I stole your clothes sorry lmao, you should prbly change tho you look like a hoe" she says to me in the nicest way possible. She goes into the kitchen and I get myself looking more presentable. I pull on a cozy oversized sweatshirt and some cotton shorts. I add some fuzzy socks because my feet get cold on Niall's hard floors, and put my hair in a ratty ponytail. I go out to join Mel and Niall, and walk in to what seems to be a very private conversation as the room goes quiet. "Rose why didn't you tell me your car was so messed up?" Niall demands from me. I responds little more harshly that I intend to, "To be honest I kind of forgot myself, and I didn't think it was an issue that concerned you. Like I said before, I can take care of myself." He looks at me, clearly a little frustrated and says back to me, "It does concern me when you almost get arrested in my neighborhood because of it. Just let me help you out, it's ok to get help sometimes." He says, kinda patronizingly, but he has a point. It's just going to keep happening, over and over. Mel is flipping pancakes, and is just laughing to herself. She says, "Jesus you two fight like a bloody old married couple for Christ's sake" and both Niall and I roll our eyes. "Fine, I'll get it fixed" I state flatly. "No absolutely not, that'll take too long. We're just gonna go car shopping after breakfast" he says in a tone that warns me not to argue, coupled with a look that could kill. I decide to pick my battles and not fight him or this, especially since he was so nice to me earlier. "Fine." I say, seeing the look of satisfaction wash over his face. I guess I'll have to get a new car. Great, another shopping trip with Niall, this should be fun.