A/N: Hey guys, Curiosity is back! I have no idea who is going to even read this still, but whatever right? But yeah, School and works going great now so I finally have time to start writing this again! Still don't have internet so don't expect updates frequently...although I'll try to get something up as soon as I can. But yeah, I hope you enjoy this! It's 4000 words and 13 pages on word...so I think it's long? But yea...enjoy! I'd really love feedback to see how im doing, see if this story is worth continueing? Alright, byeee! xx
I woke up the next morning with a very uncomfortable pounding in my head. I kept my eyes shut, hoping it was still early and I could possibly steal a few hours of sleep before my grumpy little toddler came to awake me from my lovely slumber. I was on the edge of drifting off back into dreamland before I heard a very loud groan come from beside me. That definitely didn't sound like Sophie...I snapped my eyes open to come face to face with my adorable little toddlers eyes-Except they didn't belong to her.
“Top of the morning to ya.” Niall smiled, humour ringing through his words. I frowned at him, trying to remember how I ended up next to him, and what the hell had happened last night. My mind read blank. Niall must have read the confusion that was written all over my face because he lost his adorable grin and became serious.
“Don't worry, nothing bad happened.” He reassured me defensively. I sighed a breath of relief. Good. As quickly as my sigh left my lips, his cunning smile was back.
“What?” I questioned, a smile also tugging at the corners of my lips.
“It's just...well...” He stopped to examine my face, then chuckled. I scowled, biting my bottom lip. I was not liking what he was trying to say.
“Spit it out, Niall.” He squeezed both his eyes shut, laughing. I couldn't help but giggle slightly at his laugh.
“You're pretty funny when you're drunk.” He said between giggles. I groaned. Oh god what had I done? Before I could ask the million dollar question, Harry burst into the room with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Hey KitKat.” Harry beamed, looking at me. I sent another look towards Niall, who had turned completely red. Harry chuckled.
“Any who, the reason I came to wake you lov- I mean you guys up, is because Liam is making his famous breakfast. Well, if you're feeling up to it.” He chuckled again, looking at me. Was he about to say what I think he was?
“Actually I'm feeling perfectly fine if that's what you were wo-” I started to say as I rolled off the bed, before being hit by a huge headache, and nauseous stomach.
“Bathroom's down at the end of the hall.” Harry informed me as I ran past him and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. So much for being hangover free. I leaned over the toilet as I felt the bile climb up my throat.
As I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth out with cold water, I heard a quiet knock on the wooden door. I mumbled a “come in” as I slunk down against the counter. The door swung open slowly, revealing Liam with a glass of water in one hand, and two tiny white pills in the other.
“Take these. Trust me, it'll work wonders.”
“Thanks.” I muttered, throwing back the tiny pills he just gave me and taking a big swig of water. God, they tasted awful! They tasted like moldy cheese. Erhm right, don't ask me how I know that. Instantly my headache was gone, and I felt my nauseousness begin to fade as well.
“Whoa, I feel so much better now! What the hell was that? Magic?” I exclaimed, scrambling up from the bathroom floor. Hannah totally needs some of these. Her hangovers are the worst! For her and me both. Oh shit, Hannah! Before giving Liam time to answer my first question, I interrupted him with my rambling.
