Maybe Love Does Exist

Chapter 5

I woke up from a loud sound coming from the left side from where I was.

Wait... Where am I?

I looked around and well I found myself in a room, in someone's house. I was covered in soft, warm, cozy sheets from head to toe.

I rapidly checked myself. Clothes on, nothing ripped... Oh no! My shoes! Where are they?!

That doesn't matter, I need to know where am I and how to get out of here.

The same noise that woke me up startled me.It's coming from the bathroom.

I got out of the bed I was lying in, but I couldn't handle myself much I began to have a strong headache and feeling a little dizzy. Still I managed to walk slowly towards the door but before I could, I tripped.

"Agh! Who leaves shoes here!"

"I did."

I gasped and looked up, it's him.

His face was all red, his cheeks were pumped, and within his smile there was vomit drooling off.

He let out a hand and helped me to get up. He then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and looked up to me.

"I'm a mess" he let out a small smile and then looked somewhere else.

I didn't respond, I just stared at the floor.

"So... you look very comfortable in that tight dress" he smirked.

Before I could respond he cut me off.

"There are some extra pjs in my closet, put some on. That dress does not look comfy at all girl."

"Thanks but I don't need it" I smiled trying to not sound rude.

"Damn. I should of changed you myself yesterday when I had the chance."

"Excuse me?" I snap.

"I'm kidding beautiful"

"Don't call me beautiful" I then snap again.

"I'm sorry.. I don't know what else to call you. I don't know your name" he shrugged.

"Georgia.. my name's Georgia"

"Niall" he then extended his hand I grabbed his hand and shook it.

"No but seriously, change." he walked towards his closet and grabbed some sweatpants and a loose t-shirt.

"I would give you some pjs but i forgot I haven't done laundry in a while. I'm sure these will fit, kinda."

"I'll give you privacy, unless you want me to stay." He handed me the clothes and winked.

"Niall I.. "

"Yes mam?" He got close to me but I pushed him away.

"I'm .. I'm not feeling.." My vomit cut me off, it spread all over the clothes and Niall's shoes.

"Uh.. Don't worty, I needed new shoes anyway and um I'll get something else for you to wear right now, I'll give you some medicine or tea or.." I cut him off saying I was fine, I don't usually keep vomiting after everything is out, and indeed I let it all out. I gave him a smile to calm him down. He seemed more worried than I am.

"I'll grab some clothes from your closet, I'll be out soon."

"Okay.." he sighed and left the room.

I walked and opened the closet, it was full of clothes. He had more than my mom. And let me tell you my mom goes shopping every day if possible and ends up bringing home a bunch of bags full of ratchet, slutty dresses and shoes. Well not that slutty, but i don't know how else to describe them. They all have to show a part of her body. It's either too tight or too small. Anyway, this boy has an entire store in his closet. He has every style you can possibly think of. He must be rich. I tried some sweats but they were too damn big for me, guess I'll have to roll them up.