A/N: sorry I haven't updated in forever! Been busy the past weeks after I returned to school once again *ugh* only a few more chapters!
I wake up to the sunlight seeping through the blinds hitting my face. Aw crap! I have a major headache! What did I do? I rub my eyes trying to get a clear vision of my surroundings. I blink a couple times to get my vision back to see a sound asleep Harry next to me. I shake him a little hoping he would wake up.
"Pssst. Harry." I whisper.
"Hm?" He groans.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Aw shit! A headache! That's just great!" He sits up grabbing his head.
"Why does your head hurt?" I ask, rubbing my own.
"From drinking last night. I think I over drank." He groans laying back down on the floor.
Well obviously he was drinking from the smell of his breath hitting my face. No doubt about that, that's for sure. I scrunch my nose backing away.
"Wait, if you were drinking, then was I?" I start to freak out.
"I don't know. Everything from yesterday was just a blur. All I remember is you were looking for Niall before I probably knocked out."
"Sup Andy." Louis waves at me from the couch.
"Louis? How did you end up there?"
"I couldn't make it to my room so I just knocked out here." He chuckles laying back down.
"Do you remember what happened yesterday?" I ask him hoping he would know.
"No, but you sure got drunk." He chuckles. I roll my eyes.
"I know that."
"But I like this picture of you and Harry." He faces his phone towards me showing me a picture of Harry and I sleeping on the floor. "This is going on Harry's Instagram."
"No!" I snatch his phone.
"Aw please don't run with my phone. I have a headache." He groans.
"Since I have one too here." I hand him his phone back.
"Thanks." He nods.
"Niall must know what had happened." I stand to my feet walking to his room. I knock on his door lightly. "Niall?"
I decide to walk in to see a shirtless Niall sleeping. I sit at the edge of his bed staring at him for a while. Oh please wake up Niall.
"No! No! Please don't!" He shouts.
"Niall?" I whisper shaking him.
"Please! This can't go out!"
He quickly sits up hitting his head on the headboard of the bed. "Aw man! That hurt." He rubs his head.
"What are you doing here?" He faces me rubbing his head.
"Niall, do you remember anything about last night?" I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder.
His face flushes as he looks at me. "Uh, not a clue."
"Be honest Niall. Did anything happen?"
"Yeah..." He starts to trail off. "But I don't remember!" He quickly says.
"You know, you're not very helpful." I cross my arms.
"Okay, goodnight Andy." He stands up pushing me out of his room.
"It's not even night Niall!" He shuts the door as I speak.
"Did you get anything?" Harry leans against the doorway crossing his arms.
"No, but I don't need an image in my head of you just wearing underwear." I look away trying to ignore the bottom half of him.
"It's just like a bathing suit."
"Uh, I didn't know you wore speedos."
"You like what you see?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
"I swear, if I had a bat on me I would whack you like Bam Bam." I shake a fist at him.
"Ooo! I'm so scared!" He sarcastically says, waving his hands around.
"Louis, do you happen to have something I could whack Harry with?" I call to him.
"Uh, I have a pillow underneath my back." He shouts back. I walk over to Louis getting the pillow from him.
"Oh yes. A pillow is going to-" I hit Harry on the chest making him fall over.
"Ahahah! You just got hit by a girl!" Louis fits into laughter. I turn to him whacking him with the pillow. "Ow!"
"I'm not a girl. I'm a tomboy." I correct him.
"Okay jeez. You don't have to whack me." He pouts.
"Okay, what the hell is in that pillow? Bricks?" Harry sits up scratching his head.
"I don't know, but I like it!" I start to sway it around like a bat. This is awesome!
"Whoa! Watch it with the wreckingball!" Liam moves back.
"I came like a wreckingball!" I shouted swinging the pillow back and forth.
"Agh! Be quiet! You're giving me a headache!" Louis rubs his head.
"Now you know how I feel when you're annoying me." I grin.
"I'm surprised your head doesn't hurt like ours."
"Well, I don't think I drank that much accidentally."
"Oh okay, accidentally." He says making quotations marks smirking.
"Oh shut it Louis!" I smack him with the pillow throwing him over on the ground.
"Ow! Okay stop!" He puts his hands up surrendering.
"That's what I thought." I snap my fingers at him walking to the kitchen.
"Psst. Andy..." I turn around to see Zayn poking his head out from behind the wall looking my way.
"What's up Zayn?"
"I need to talk to you....privately." He clears his throat.
"Oh uh, okay." I shrug walking over to him. I follow him into his room sitting on a chair near the door. He closes the door sitting himself on his bed.
"Okay just letting you know right now, I didn't get drunk as much as the others."
"That's not the point. Anyways, do you remember anything last night?"
"Nothing." I answer plainly.
"Well it's a good and bad thing." He motions his hands together from one side to the other.
"Well..." He hands me his phone as a picture pops up on the screen. "Have a look."
I take the phone from his hands scanning the screen. My face flushes as I stare at the picture. No. This isn't real. Snap out of it Andy! I thought to myself. "No..." I look up at him hoping that a cracked smile or a little chuckle would come out. Nothing.
"You're joking." I stand up back away.
"If I was, I would of been laughing when I asked to talk to you privately." He looks down at his hands twiddling with his thumbs.
"No, please say that you were kidding this whole time and that this was a joke!" I bend down on my knees burying my face in my hands.
I kissed Niall. What the hell was wrong with me?! I should of at least kissed the guy I was in a "relationship" with. This isn't real. I'm dreaming right now. Yeah, I'm dreaming!
"Andy, no matter how much you want this to be a dream, it isn't. Even ask Niall!" He thrusts his hands in the air.
"That's why he kicked me out of his room..." I mutter under my breath.
"That's why he kicked me out of his room! He probably thought I'd be furious if he told me what happened. I need to talk to him." I rush out of his room to Niall's wiggling the door knob to find that it's locked.
"Niall, Harry brought food." I knock on the door hoping he'd answer. I knew for sure that he would answer if I said someone brought food. As seconds passed, I was in shock to see that he didn't come rushing out to eat.
"Please Niall. Answer me." I slid down on my back against the door hugging my kneels close to my chest. He had to come out sooner or later. He can't survive without food.
"I-I can't..." I heard his voice say from the other side of the door.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I just can't."
"That's not a reason Niall. Look, I need to talk to you..." I paused as I heard footsteps moved around inside, then hearing the doorknob open. I scramble to my feet looking up to see that he had face planted onto his bed. I close the door behind me walking over to the bed sitting next to him.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled into his sheets.
"For what?" I look down at him as he faced me.
"For what? For what?! You need me to tell you again after Zayn told you?!" Fierce filled his eyes.
"You don't need to explain, Niall. What I meant was-"
"Okay, I'm sorry I like you!" He cuts me off. My mouth drops open in shock.
"Y-you like me?" I studied his face before he placed his face in his hands.
He liked me? The Niall Horan liked me? I couldn't get the thought out of my head. Perrie and Eleanor were right. I just never really noticed him acting different at times when we were alone. Why did he like me? That's all I want to know. What makes me get his attention? I wasn't that beautiful. I never wear make up, well besides from going out with Harry in public, I wore baggy clothes indoors, I play pranks on the guys, I'm a tomboy for Pete's sake!
"Why?" I managed to get out.
"Why? You're different from girls that have tried flirting with me! I'm not into girls with perfections. I don't love with the eyes, I love with the heart." Wow. That was some powerful words right now. I have nothing to say about that.
We sat in silence for a while not making eye contact. I didn't get it. He liked me for who I was? I always thought he was into girls that looked like models, like that girl. What was her name? Barbara... Barbara Palvin! She was beautiful as heck! As for me, I'm a freakin guinea pig with crazy hair!
"I feel so stupid now!" He stands to his feet walking to the door pacing back and forth.
Poor Niall. I mean, it's not like I liked him back...did I? No, although he's sweet, has a cute laugh, and is adorable. No. I don't like him that way.
"So, you like me?" He stops looking up at me nodding slowly.
I stand up pushing him against the door grabbing the collar of his shirt. He forces his head back hitting his head on the door as I got closer. I can't believe I was about to do this. I shut my eyes forcing myself to lean into Niall pressing my lips against his. I quickly break apart after a split second letting go of his collar.
"So did that mean something to you?" I asked him.
"I'm kind of scared to answer, knowing that you could possibly punch me right now." He backs away from me.
"Why would I punch you after I had just kissed you?"
"Wait, so you like me back?" He raises an eyebrow.
"I'm asking the questions here Horan." I step closer to him making him jump.
"Uh, yeah." He looks down scratching his head.
I shut my eyes taking a deep breath exhaling it out afterwards. "Look, what I'm about to say right now is probably something that you would never think I would ever say in my life. I'd shoot myself right now if I wasn't afraid too. Okay, maybe this is hard to say." I rub my forehead thinking for a second. "I'll just say it." I pause for another second thinking if I'd regret what I'm about to say.
"What's so hard to say?" He looks up at me curious.
I feel tears at the corner of my eyes. I fight them back holding them in. I sigh looking down. "I don't regret the kiss."