Zianourrys one shots

WELL SHIT NI

Niall pov

Shit.

Shitshitehitshitshit.

Liam is going to kill me. Shit.

Fucking shit.

Nonononononono.

This can't be happening.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

S h i t.

Before you start to worry about what the hell is going on, I might have done something stupid. Really stupid. I should really being hiding instead of telling you this. But, I need to tell someone. Ok, so, basically a while back I made a promise. I just broke it.

Fuuuucckkk.

Flashback

Liam and I where in the bathroom. I was puking my guts out. Why? Well I was experiencing a hang over. Anyway, Liam is rubbing my back helping me. I finished and fell on his chest.

He whipped the sweat that was on my forehead. "Make me a promise?" I nod. "Keep the drinks to three. You may be Irish, but you are also human." I choke out a laugh and nod.

Anyway, so I may have had more then three. Like 10 more then three.... I know, I know, stupid. Now I am stumbling wasted. And all I can think about is the disappointed looks Liam will be giving me. I tear up a bit at the thought.

An idea came in my mind. Rent a hotel. Ya sure, I said I will be gone for a few hours with Josh without my boyfriends, and now I will be gone for two days but.... Oh what the hell.

3rd person bc 1st is hard as hell

Niall stubbled into the nearest hotel, that was actually in good condition, and went up to the check in. The lady looked up when he coughed. "May I help you?"

He took notice in the fact that she looked a lot like Harry. Curly hair, green eye, even had one or two tattoos on her left arm. He almost called her Harry.

"Ya. I was wondering if I could stay for two nights?" He asked surpriselying not sounding drunk at all.

"Mmm let me check........ Yes there is sir. Name please." Niall literally laughed in happyness.

"Niall Horan." The lady, who's name was Darcy, nodded and typed something.

Niall did the normal things to check in and shit. Soon enough, Niall was in his room, laying on the bed, sleeping.

Next morning

Niall woke up with a excruciating pain in the head. He groaned and then felt he stomach churn. He got up as fast as he could covering his mouth with his hand running to the bathroom. When he reached the toilet he puked.

He was now regreting not going home. He finished and brushed his teeth. (Witch he did with his finger and soap he found.) He went bed to the bedroom shutting the blinds making to room darker. He then sat on the bed pulling out his phone.

30 missed calls from Loueh

32 missed calls from Hazza