Narry:Unexpected Love

Chapter one: What Happened?

Niall's POV

I stir around the bed realizing I have a huge headache. I burry my face in the uncomfortable pillow wrinkling my nose as I pull the covers tight over my face.

It's cold in here. Why do I feel so free and loose? Wait. Am I naked?! I immediately sit up. Bad idea. Everything starts to spin. I bring my hands up to my temple and massage it to decrease the dizziness. When everything stops, I glance around the room. I recognize the flat. But it isn't my flat from London. My eyes land on a familiar pair of pants but I'm sure they're not mine. From the corner of my eyes I spy my red polo shirt on top of the TV. How'd it get there? More importantly, what happened last night? All this thinking isn't helping my headache.

I think of heading to the kitchen but I don't when I hear a groan. Did someone break in? I don't move a mussel. I hear it again- louder- coming from under the bed. What do I do? Should I make a run for it, or be the man that I am and check? What if those tales about monsters under your bed are true? Maybe if I scream.... No, my head hurts too much for that. I just want a pill! I groan in pain and frustration. Another groan follows right after and I'm sure it isn't mine. Oh, right. There's a monster under my bed.

I slowly move to the edge of the bed. I position myself so that my whole body is on top of the bed, but my head hanging down to check under it. I slowly raise the blanket that's hanging to the side to allow me to look under. I Take a deep breath and peek. At first I can't make out what it is, but then I see the silhouette of a foot. I scream causing the person under the bed to scream, jump, and hit it's head. I instantly close my mouth because of the pain shooting through my head. Under the bed I can hear someone strugling to come out from under there. I freeze yet again as I wait to see who it is. Suddenly, a mop of curls pokes up. Dark brown curls. Harry's curls...?

"Harry! What are you doing down there? You fucking scared the crap out of me!" I yell reaching over and throwing a pillow at him but sighing in relief.

"Auch, Niall!" he says avoiding the pillow by catching it, "Calm down, my head's going to explode," he mumbles into the pillow. I patiently wait for him to remove it. When he does I burst out laughing.

"What?" he asks annoyed massaging his temple. I point to his forehead.

"Th-eres s-some-!" I can't finish. Its just too hilarious. But then karma decides to get me back by making my head's pain increase. I make a face at the pain and Harry quickly catches on.

"That's what you get," he smirks weakly. I roll my eyes.

"I think I'm going to take a bath," he says slowly as he stands up. I nod as I watched him make his way to the bathroom in just plain boxers. When he closes the door I start to count.

"5, 4, 3, 2..."

"Niall!" Harry shouts. To not cause more pain for my throbbing head, instead of laughing, I smile at the memory of Harry's forehead with a dick drawn on it with pen.

I put on some boxers and sweats to go to the kitchen. I look around for a bottle of pills. When I find them, I serve myself a cup of water and sit down on a chair. I drink two pills hoping it'll help the disturbing pain go away faster. While I wait for Harry to come out, I try to make memory of last night.

I remember that Louis wanted to go to a club to celebrate our new album Take Me Home. Liam was totally against it saying that it was a bad idea to get drunk in a place we barely know. But we promised him that things would be alright and that a little fun wouldn't hurt anyone. I can't exactly remember more, but I bet that Harry and I broke our promise. I only remember entering the club, but the rest is a black blur. I hope we didn't do anything we shouldn't have. My thoughts wander back to this morning. Why was I naked? Why was Harry under my bed? Where are the rest of the boys?

I hear the bathroom door open followed by steps coming towards to the kitchen.

"Hey," Harry says weakly entering the kitchen. His forehead now free from any piece of art, but evidentally red. Probably from all the scrubbing he must've done. I smirk.

"Hey," I respond as I hand him a pill and the cup of water.

"Thanks," he says taking them. He sits down in front of me. "So... do you know what happened last night?" he asks with a serious tone. I shake my head.

"Sorry mate, I was hoping you'd tell me. I only remember stuff from before we got drunk," I shrug. "What do you remember?"

"Not much, only that we got really drunk. I sorta remember that Liam left early. He tried to take us with him but we wouldn't budge. Then, when he letft, Zayn and Louis kept, uh, dancing with unknown girls. While us, me and you, continued to drink at the bar."

"Oh," I say.

"So... What now?" he asks after a moment of silence.

"We should look around the flat to see what we can find?" I ask standing up. He nods.

"You check the room I'll check the living room. It looks like nothing really happened in here," he says taking a look around the kitchen. "Gather anything you can find," he finishes exiting the kitchen.

I head towards the room. There are scratches on the walls that lead to the room. I run my hands through them. Weird. They fit my nails perfectly. Did I do this? I must've been in a very bad state to not notice the pain.

I enter the messy room. Harry's and my clothes are scattered around the room. A bunch of white flowers are on the desk. I walk towards them and pick them up. Wrapped around the flowers there is a strip of paper with words reading 'Congratulations to the new...' I can't read the rest since the last part got ripped out. Next, I gather our clothes. I search through the pockets only to find some sort of address in Harry's skinnies along with his black wallet, and a black pen that had 'Flower shop' imprinted on it with golden letters inside my pants (why do I have a feeling this is the pen that was used to draw on Harry's forehead?) and a ring case. That's weird. I take another glance around the room in search for more clues. Nothing else catches my eye, only the really messy room. The bed's cushion are practically ripped up with more nail scratches. The curtains on the windows were on the floor. An empty desk was in the middle of the room. To sum it all up, some kind of furious animal(s) destroyed the room.

I walk back into the living room to find Harry sitting on the ground holding a TOMs shoe I can bet it belongs to Louis.

"I guess the boys followed us here?" he asks turning to face me.

"But why aren't they here?" I question sitting down in front of him.

"I don't know," he responds sounding frustrated. What's wrong with him? I know everything seems weird. That its scary none of us can remember anything but- wait. Does he remember something that he's not telling me?

"Are you okay?" I ask putting a hand on his knee. I see him flinch but quickly hides it. I ignore it.

"Uh, yeah, just, you know, it bothers me that we don't know what happened. We just- we usually don't get this drunk, and when we do, that only means trouble. But anyway, what did you find?" he changes the topic.

I put the things I found in front of him. "Just these flowers with a piece of paper that says 'congratulations to the new something,' an address, a pen with 'Flower Shop' printed on it, and this ring case. What 'bout you?"

"I found Louis' shoe and some sort of box with a white bow. Empty though; there's nothing inside, I also found cake on the floor. Carrot cake, but fancy carrot cake, and a blazer, but it's not my blazer. It says 'Zayn best' on the front pocket. There's a huge ink stain after best," he finishes putting the stuff he found in the middle along with the others making a pile.

"Oh! Almost forgot. I also found scratches on the walls and some on the bed," I say. Harry's face changes from totally confused to... scared?

"W-what k-kind of scratches?" he stutters.

"Human scratches? Why? Is something wrong?" I ask concerned.

"No it's just that-"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Harry got interrupted by someone knocking really loud. I quickly stand up to open the door to an angry looking Liam, a very scared hungover Louis, and a very nervous hungover Zayn.

Oh no. This can't be good.