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Chapter 33

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."