Nobody Compares (Niall Horan fan fiction)

Liz moves to Mullingar, Ireland after her parents' divorce. It's just her and her dad, who's constantly at work so her neighbor, Maura, decides Liz needs some looking after. Things start to feel pretty normal, just like her life back home, until Maura's son Niall comes home.


6. Morning After

Liz's P.O.V. 


I woke up in an unfamiliar room with a massive headache and someone on top of me. Not exactly how I wanted to start my morning out. I turned my head a bit to see Niall's face right next to mine, his arm tight around my waist, our legs intertwined, and our bodies half naked. What on earth had happened last night? I tried to maneuver out of his grasp without waking him up, in hope of finding a bathroom and my clothes. I turned my body slightly to the left and before I could stop him, I felt his arm remove from my waist and his body slipping away, falling right from the bed. His eyes popped wide open, with a look of confusion and panic on his face. 

"W-what the hell was that for?" He exclaimed. 

A small "Sorry" was all I had managed to get out, before busting out laughing and then instantly regretting it. I should really find some Advil. It was then I had noticed, as I looked down, that I was wearing his t-shirt. 

"Why am I wearing your t-shirt? What happened last night?" I asked with wide eyes. 

"You really don't remember?" He asked. I couldn't tell if that was good or bad, his facial expression was blank as he got up from the floor and pulled on his pants. 

"Oh my god, did we-"

"No, no we didn't sleep together if that's what you're thinking" He hurriedly said. "Well you tried to sleep with me, you were quite drunk actually, whipped Sean's ass at beer pong. I just gave you my t-shirt to sleep in, I'm gonna need that back now actually."

"Wait, what? I tried to sleep with you? Oh my god, you must think I'm a slut. I normally don't drink that much. Oh my god my head hurts, I need some Advil." I could feel my cheeks getting redder and redder as I rambled on. I really hoped he didn't think bad of me, I liked Niall, I didn't want to screw up my chances when I've only just met him. He just looked at me and chuckled. 

"It's fine, you were really drunk. I should've looked after you better, I'm sorry. Now come on, get dressed, unless you're planning on going home like that."

"Home, my dad, I didn't text him last night." I said. I got up and rushed to find my phone, only one text from him saying 'If you're not coming home tonight, just please make good decisions. Love you, bear.' That was like him, he never worried, or at least he didn't show it. I texted back telling him I was sorry for not texting and that I was fine, and then I got up to get dressed. Niall kindly turned around as I took off his shirt and finished dressing, then he led me through the house, stepping over piles of trash, people still passed out on the floor, and a little bit of vomit. That must've been some party. We got into the car and Niall drove to the little diner we had eaten at yesterday. 

"Do you mind if we stop for breakfast?" He asked. I nodded in agreement, glad to spend some more time with him since he won't want to be seeing much of me after last night. We sat down and ordered the same, never ending pancakes, but with coffee this time to help with the hangover. We were about halfway though our second plates when I finally decided to ask, cautiously.  

"So what exactly happened last night?" 

"Well," He started, already laughing. "You challenged Sean to beer pong, loser had to run two laps around the house naked-"

"Please tell me I won." I said, wide eyed and going a bit pale. 

"Yeah you did, surprising really, nobody beats Sean. But you still drank a pretty fair amount. Then we danced, you're a much better dancer when you're drunk by the way," I knew he was referring to my dancing in the kitchen when we had met, "and we were both drunk and really tired so I pulled you into the guest room so we could sleep. I didn't want to drive home drunk." 

"But you said, you, uhm, you said I tried to sleep with you?" I muttered, embarrassed and blushing, as usual.

"Yeah," He started laughing again, making my face go even more red. I slapped his arm, starting to get annoyed with his inability to tell the story without laughing at me.

"When we were getting dressed for bed, you kind of jumped me." I could tell he wasn't embarrassed talking about these things as much as I was. "But it's alright, I stopped you. I didn't want you doing something you might've regretted in the morning and it wouldn't have been fair to take advantage of you like that. But you are a pretty damn good kisser."

"Wow," I said, surprised. He was really sincere and sweet, you could see it in those beautiful blue eyes. And I apparently kissed those soft lips? II must be the luckiest girl in the world right now. "Most guys wouldn't turn down sex, drunk or not. Thank you, Niall, you're really sweet." That really made him blush, but it was true. He was quick to change the subject though, 

"So, uhm, maybe today we could just chill, if you don't have any plans. We could have a movie marathon?" He asked. He looked so hopeful. I could hardly believe he still wanted to hang out after last night. 

"Yeah, sure." I said, trying to hide my happiness but failing completely. I couldn't contain my grin, and apparently neither could he because his answering smile was just beautiful, braces and all. He got up and paid, again refusing my offers, and we left. He drove us home and parked in between our two houses.

"I'm just gonna run home and take a shower and change my clothes, yeah? I'll be over in about and hour." I said.

"Sure," he replied. "Me too." and with that we turned our separate ways. 


Niall's P.O.V.


I could tell she was really embarrassed about what had happened last night, and a bit worried. Despite what her thoughts were, I didn't think she was a slut, she was just drunk. We all do stupid things. But when she had kissed me last night, I almost died They were a bit sloppy, like how drunk kisses usually are but somehow she still managed to top anyone I had ever kissed, and the sparks flew. I invited her over for a movie day, hoping we could have a repeat of that, but not sleep with her. I want to take it slow with her, show her I care. I opened the door of my house to see my mom standing there glaring at me.

"Where have you been?" She started.

"Liz and I stayed at Eve's house last night." I saw the look in her eyes when I said that, she wasn't dumb. She knew what usually happened at Eve's house. I would get drunk and sleep with some girl or else end up on someone's lawn naked.

"Niall James Hora-" She started, but I was quick to reassure her.

"Relax, nothing happened. We didn't want to drive home after a few beers so we slept in the guest room, and don't get any ideas mom, we only slept, nothing more. I don't want to mess anything up with her. Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna go shower. Liz will be over in about an hour." I walked past her and started up the stairs.

I quickly got into the shower, the cold water running down my body, sobering me up a little more. I could still feel Liz's lips on mine and I couldn't help but think what would have happened if I hadn't stopped her last night.




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