Chapter 33
Niall's POV
I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed. I was used to this. I remembered that I was supposed to be sleeping on a couch, and I came to a quick conclusion: Desirah and I got drunk last night, and we did the nasty.
I shuddered. Whoa, I didn't think Desirah would be ready for that. Was I? Admittedly, probably not. Was I loud? Was Desirah loud? Did Zayn wake up and call the cops on us?
I fidgeted in my bed for a while before finally rolling out. I put on the clothes I had yesterday because I remembered sleeping over at Desirah's. I had to get back to my designated room before any of the other boys woke up.
I crept out of my room and towards the hall. When I passed by Desirah's room, the door was open. I peeked inside despite my better nature. The room was empty, but the bed was unmade. So Desirah and I didn't have "it" last night. Okay, um, good.
I almost made it out of Desirah's hotel room. But "almost" wasn't enough.
"Good morning, Niall!" Desirah chirped from the kitchen. "Sleep well?"
"Um, sure," I said awkwardly. "I should probably get going...."
"Oh, yeah. Well, you better hurry. It's almost nine."
"What!" I yelped. "See you later, Dizzy!"
I sprinted out of her hotel room, her loud laughter following me. I dug my room key out of my pocket and swiped it through the sensor on our door. The light turned green, and I snuck inside. I had kind of lied to Desirah about my key card not working last night. I had felt bad about turning her down and wanted to make it up to her.
I was about to rush to the bathroom to get naked when I noticed something. The beds were empty. That meant the boys were up, and I was going to be in so much trouble.
"We know you're there, Niall!" Liam called. "Come to us!"
My shoulders slumped and I trudged into the kitchen. They were there, staring at me. I gave them a small grin and a wave.
"Where were you last night?" Zayn asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. He looked weird.
"Um... someplace," I said slowly.
"Be more specific. Where were you?"
"Well, I went out with Desirah last night, and--" I began, but I got cut off by all four of them.
"Yes! I knew it!" they yelled. Louis fist-pumped the air.
"Knew what?" I demanded.
"Nothing!" Harry said hastily. "So, you were saying?"
I glared at them. "Desirah and I went out for dinner last night and then went to her birthday concert. It was no big deal."
"Yeah, but why didn't you return until this morning?" Liam asked, smirking a little bit.
I rolled my eyes. "I slept over at Desirah's, okay? Nothing happened. My room card wasn't working, so I had to sleep in her room. Her hotel room, I mean!"
"Then how did you get in here?" Louis asked, grinning.
I faltered for a moment. He had gotten me there. "Uh, it's working now," I mumbled. That sounded dumb, and the boys knew it.
"Ooh, Niall has it for Desirah!" Harry cooed.
"No, I don't!" I protested instantly, even though I didn't know what "it" was. "What the heck does that even mean?"
"You have a crush," Zayn translated.
"The feels," Louis corrected. "As the fangirls would say."
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FanfictionEach year on Valentine's Day, Niall Horan goes on Twitter and follows all of the girls who trend #foreveralone. He figures that since he's still single, he can be the boyfriend of hundreds of girls out there and make their day better. But on one Val...