maid in the am

34.

As soon as I wake up, I realize that I am in an unfamiliar bed. What the hell happened last night? My eyes fly open, and I look around the room. My heart nearly explodes at what my eyes take in. I realize where I am in an instant, because I have been in this exact room before; the 180 suite in the Red Rocks Casino in Las Vegas. This is the same place my twenty first birthday ended up, and I still don't even want to think of what happened that night. Why do I ever let Louis and Mel be together with alcohol, its a horrible idea. I was with everyone though, so where are they. My eyes avert to the figure laying next to me. There she is, in a dress, with a bouquet of flowers and a veil at her feet. There are multiple empty bottles of champagne and other alcohols strewn about the room as well. Oh my god, did Rose and I get married last night? I honestly don't remember. Holy fuck, the last thing I remember is Louis forcing me onto a plane and everyone cheering when I kissed Rosie. Oh my god....did we? This is not how I wanted this to happen. For fucks sake we just admitted our feelings for each other last night. I mean, not to say that I haven't thought about that. I know its early, but I have. I think when you know you kind of just know, and I would not mind spending my life by her side. Only, just not yet. I barely know who she is, like we just started dating and my dad always told me to never rush into that kind of commitment. How could I be so fucking stupid and let this happen? What if it ruins what we have? I need to piece together what happened last night, so I decide to get up and investigate further. I quietly lift myself off the bed, feeling the heavy weight of my hungover limbs pull against me. I need water, so I tip toe over to the sink. I nearly have a heart attack when I first see what is in the jacuzzi bath tub across the room. I have stumbled upon the answer to what I have been trying to decipher for the past fifteen minutes. There are two people, sleeping in the jacuzzi: Mel and Harry. I take in the scene with disbelief. She is in a gaudy wedding dress, a gigantic diamond ring, and a Gucci band on her left hand. Harry has the mens equivalent to the Gucci band on his left hand, as well as a giant lion ring. He is wearing a tux, and they are snuggling a kitten that they have apparently used a Gucci choker as a collar on. I think I solved who got married last night, and it was not me. A wave of relief flushes over me, and I go out to the main suite area to find Liam and Louis. They have both taken to the oversized couch, and are passed out as well. I find my phone, stashed away in one of the corner pockets of the pool table. I look through my pictures, and find many blurry images that somewhat help me piece the night before together. It looks like we left my birthday party and came straight here on Harry's plane, then went to some clubs, and hit the Gucci store, then the candy store. There are various pictures of people doing body shots off of Liam, and me doing them off of Rose. Jesus, how embarrassing. Apparently, we had been going to bars and casinos all the way to each of these places, and finally ended up at the chapel. There's a photo of Harry proposing in front of the big fountain followed by a few photos of the wedding itself, and then pictures of us out on the balcony celebrating the union. I am pulled out of my staring at the pictures by Rose appearing in front of me. She frowns slightly and says in a raspy voice, "What the hell happened last night?" I giggle a bit, then pull her over to me. I show her the phone and she laughs a bit harder at each picture. Then she gets to Mel and Harry and gasps, "Oh no way!" stirring Liam and Louis. We show them and explain everything we think happened and they fill in some pieces too. Liam freaks out about the strangers and body shots and runs off to take a shower, while Louis just looks smug and pleased with himself. We all go to get cleaned up a little before waking the newly weds. Once we all become more presentable we order room service, and then wake up the sleeping beasts. Liam decides he better do it because he has the most gentle demeanor. We all agree, and let him proceed with waking them up. It's not unusual for us to have to roust Harry, since he sleeps whenever and wherever he can usually. Mel is only hard to wake up after a night of drinking, but I am used to that so I can probably help. With the joint effort of Liam and myself, we are able to get them out of the tub. I don't think they realize what they did last night, but I don't know how because its pretty obvious to everyone else since they are wearing the typical wedding attire. To everyone's shock, they immediately kiss and Harry says, "Good morning Mrs. Styles," then he bends down and picks up the little kitten, "and good morning to you too Opulent" then he puts it back in the tub. "Ok...am I the only one that is extremely confused?" Liam says. "Hey Lime, Harry and I got married last night, we also adopted this kitten and we couldn't be happier" Mel says, sounding serious for the first time in her life. Harry grabs her by the waist and hugs her a bit nodding in agreement. I thought it was a as a joke, but I guess they meant to do it. Rose speaks up and says, "Well congratulations you guys! I am so happy for you, we have room service on the way so we can celebrate" and Mel looks so happy. I should probably say something too, but I am still kind of stunned. I mean I was never expecting this, but I guess I'm happy for them. "Mel, I never thought this would happened, but I am also very happy for you and Harry both" I say happily. Just then the room service arrives and we all eat breakfast. We gather our things and order a car back to the airport because we all need to get back to LA. As were about to board I get a phone call from Halle. Before I even have the chance to say hello she is barking in my ear.

"Niall oh my god there were paparazzi at your party last night and they have pictures of you and your worker kissing! What the hell?! You are ruining the image that I have tried to create of you and Mel and your putting your career in jeopardy! I cant believe you have done this! There is nothing that could possibly make me angrier right now!"

I interject, "Halle, I don't care what people think, I like Rosie! There is just one thing I am pissed about, my party was supposed to be closed to the public, how the fuck were there paparazzi there? Also, I have one more thing that you're gonna hate; Mel and Harry Styles got married last night. Bye!" I hang up and board the plane to face the fire at home.