The Rings

[ ten ]

As my eyes fluttered open, I suddenly realised I wasn't at the apartment, sitting abruptly up in bed and almost falling off it, pulling half of the dovet off me.

I almost shrieked as I jumped from the bed, in a panic. I gasped, trying to get as much air as possible, as I noticed that this tiny dress was squeezing me inwards.

I clambered out of bed, getting tangled in the bed sheets and collapsing onto the floor, creating a loud thud.

I found the will-power inside me to sit up and slowly climb to my feet, unzipping the dress within seconds. I was about to take it off, only to realise that I had no other clothes!

I fell back to my knees again and crawled to the drawer, my head beating as though my brain and heart had switched places. What happened last night? Did I get drunk?

I looked around me for a clock, realising there wasn't one and collapsing back onto the floor again.

This was going to be a long morning.

*****

About an hour of sleeping on the floor later, someone shook me awake and out of pure terror, I yelped and tried to scratch them.

"Skye, calm down!" An Irish accent, said, alarmingly. "It's only me. It's just Niall."

I relaxed, but as soon as I did, I panicked again.

I didn't remember anything from last night except from one thing: Niall's annoyed voice as I dribbled all over him.

"What day is it?" I mumbled.

"Saturday."

"What time is it?"

"Eleven, in the morning."

"I'm late for my lessons!" I suddenly sat up and started to thrash around in an attempt to get out of the covers, but Niall held me still again.

"I just told you, it's Saturday!" He snapped.

"Oh."

"Niall?"

"What?"

"Who's house is this?"

"Zayn's. And mine."

I froze. I just... I had just spent the night at Niall's. Uh-oh.

"Was I really bad, last night?" I groaned, glancing miserably at him.

"N-no," he lied. "But your jokes were."

"Do you want to hear another one?" I said sarcastically. He said nothing. "Me."

"Don't say that." He said, attempting to make me feel better, but failing.

"Why not?" I asked, even more sarcastically. God, I am bad when I'm hungover.

"Because..."

"It was re-rheo-retoric-retororic-"

"Rhetorical?"

"That's the one," I said, pointing at him.

There was an awkward silence. I shuffled on the bed, slightly. Niall stood up urgently and straightened his shirt.

"Uhm..." Niall murmured, trying to fill the silence. "Do you want to borrow clothes?"

"What? No!" I said, glaring at him.

"That dress looks uncomfortable." He said.

If only he knew...

"It's fine." I muttered.