This, is Touri Cowell.

Hungover

It was just Zayn, not some random guy that could have been a reporter. (That's happened before.)Just Zayn.... Wait, just Zayn?!?! No! This was bad, bad, bad, bad. I wasn't supposed to sleep with any of the guys, it was a silent rule I made to myself, for the fans' sake. SHIT. I mean we've snogged plenty times, and I've done the same with Harry and I think probably Louis before him and Eleanor but never Liam and Niall.. they were too... Liam and Niall. But Zayn?! Shit. Did we use a condom? Have I been taking my pill? Fuck, I shook him awake as he opened his eyes he took into realization of the ordeal we were in. I'm sure he made the same promise too. He sat up and pulled some boxers on and paced the room, obviously nervous. I shook my head as he ran through the same thing I did, wake up, find phone, worry, and then worry again. I padded out to the kitchen where the warm smell of pancakes over came me as Louis and Harry looked up from the stove the over took me with questions,

“Who is that?”

“Was it fun?”

“You were really loud, it must have been.”

I laughed to myself... They had no idea,

“Just wait you'll see.” I said with a tight smirk as Harry set a plate of pancakes in front of me with a cup of coffee and a glass of water with alka-selzer. I watched him look up and gape at my half-naked bed mate walk out of the room. The “o” on his face gradually turned into a smile as he and Louis shared a laugh at us both. I turned to Zayn who was standing awkwardly at the group of us in the kitchen. I made an awkward wave to him as he stared us all down, he hadn't said a word since I woke him up. I patted the seat next to me and beaconed him over as Harry set the same plate of food down that he did for me, for Zayn. Zayn slid into the seat next to me and observed me clicking through my phone. Finally I looked up at him,

“Are you okay?” I swallowed the food in my mouth and eyed him.

“Y-y-yeah. I'm fine, it's just... Did I sleep with you?”

Louis and Harry erupted in laughter in the seats next to me, “Yeah, we sure did, I'm sorry, you know how alcohol makes me.”

Zayn nodded awkwardly and began to eat his food, I finally unmasked my inner-hysteria,

“Did we use a condom?”

He set the fork on his plate and I could see him trying to recall the night,

“Yes.” He said with confidence.

I nodded awkwardly, my god was this the world's most awkward breakfast I've had in my life.

After my breakfast/ lunch/ dinner I called Erika and Ashley up to come over. I'm part of a boy band, it's not like I like hanging out with boys 24/7. After some serious talking over publicity the 4 of us (Me, Zayn, Harry, and Louis.) made a pact not to tell anybody else who already knew. Obviously Erika and Ashley were and exception, I didn't know if Liam knew but he'll probably figure it out. When I kicked the boys out I went to my room and searched around for a brush. I looked into my mirror and my hair was in all directions. Haha, not in One Direction. I brushed my hair and realized I was really kind of sore. What goes on when I'm drunk? Some fun stuff I may say.