Pen Pal.

Ashley (Ash), is moving to London with her recently divorced father. Ash is 17 years old. She doesn't know anyone there, so she decided to start writing to another boy that lives in London. Once she moves to London, she is dying to meet him. She is very surprised to who she finds. One Direction. Which one does she fall for. What happens when her past bites her in the butt. What about her best friend Alex, she has to fall for one of them too! How does she cope about her dad? And the biggest question, which one of her friends killed him? Read it to find out!


28. Who Knew?


Ashley's P.O.V

After the news we all celebrated with a bottle of my dad's old wine. He would wait for it to 'age' apparently it's better that way. I didn't care, wine is wine.

We were all up at three in the morning still. We were all drunk, except Liam who was a few from getting there. He was probably making sure nobody left the house and did anything stupid. I was going crazy, I had an almost wine bottle in my hand and I was speaking jibberish. I couldn't see straight, so who knows who I was talking too. For all I know it could have been a lamp. My head was throbbing, and I felt like throwing up. I didn't want to though, because I am a trooper. We had gone through half of my dad's wine collection, it was mine now. So I didn't care what we did with it. It must have started storming because the thunder was crazy. Every time it would thunder I would scream sorry, because I thought it was me farting. I think I finally passed out on the ground? Who knows.

The next morning, or should I say afternoon, I woke up with a massive headache. I was on the kitchen counter, shirtless. The fuck? I was wearing a bra and pants, but no shirt. Cool Ash, cool. I slowly sat up, my head pounding. I took one look around the room and I was in shock. There was puke in a lamp shade, my shirt was on the kitchen light, I had pots and pans spreaded out everywhere. Also there were spoons in the trash. Probably Liam, I thought. Fortunately, I was the only person in this room, I quickly got up and put my shirt on. I walked out of the trashed kitchen and saw the living room. I didn't even want to look. There was a naked Harry passed out on the kitchen table. The kitchen table is glass, that will be fun to clean.. Ewh. I couldn't see the front of Harry, but he had a nice ass. Niall was passed out on the couch, fully clothed. He didn't even look that much of a wreck. I walked upstairs, Nobody had been in my room, thank God. But I couldn't say the same for Alex's room. I walked in there to see Zayn and Alex snuggling. May I add, they were naked. "OH SHIT!" I whispered a little too loudly. Before I woke them up I ran out of there. I still haven't found Liam and Louis. I looked out front, the car was gone, were we robbed?! No, I bet it was just the two boys. 

I was in the kitchen attempting to clean everything up. I got so tired of trying to get the puke out of the lampshade that I finally gave up and trashed it. I mopped the blood up. Who's blood? Yet to be determined. It wasn't mine, I think. I mean I am not bleeding anywhere, which is a good sign. I heard the door open hopefully it's Liam and Louis! I walked out of the kitchen to see two boys with coffee and donuts in their hands. Oh thank God for these guys. I rushed over to them and helped them with the food. I cleared off the kitchen counter and set down the donuts. Niall must have smelt them because not long after he was standing in the kitchen looking starved. "Hey babe." I said smiling at him. He shot me the meanest look. I scrunched my eyebrows together. "What?" I asked still looking confused. He just rolled his eyes and left. Without even eating. What did I do last night? What happened last night period?

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