I came back to consciousness when I heard a door slam, and people laughing. My head pounded with a headache, so I clenched my eyes shut.
I grunted and cuddled closer to the big teddy bear in front of me, hugging it. I froze.
Wait. Teddy bears don't hug you back. And their chests don't move up and down when they breathe. Teddy bears don't breathe, for that fact.
I opened my eyes. I was hugging a human. A human boy.
My eyes trailed up his shirtless chest, his neck, and then...
My eyes widened when I saw his sleeping face.
I screamed and pushed him away, but he didn't even budge; so I ended up pushing myself away from him, which led to me falling off the bed.
I hit the ground with a hard thump, and groaned. The blankets fell on top of me.
I heard shifting on the bed, and Niall, THE Niall Horan's head popped out over the edge.
I slapped my hands over my eyes, shaking. Oh God.
"What are you doing?" He sounded confused, in his freakin' adorable Irish accent. I lost my voice for a few minutes, but he waited patiently for me to answer.
"Y-you have no clothes on," I stuttered, talking quietly.
This was not happening. He was Niall Horan. From the world-wide famous boy band, One Direction.
I was going to fan girl and cry and everything in any second.
He laughed. "I have clothes on. So do you." He said. I peeked through the cracks in my hands, and he did have clothes on.
"A-are you sure I do?" I asked, just to make sure. He nodded, and put his hand out. I hesitated, and then took it. He pulled me up, and I did have clothes on. My dress from last night.
He smiled slightly. "See? Everything's fine."
I blinked, staring at him. Oh my God. His smile.
I felt my legs starting to fall from under me, but he was already standing, and caught me.
He cursed and carefully sat me on the edge of the bed.
"Are you alright?" He stared at me, and I stared back. I didn't answer. My voice had disappeared.
"Hey, Liam, want something to drink—what." Louis' voice started to say from somewhere in the hotel room, but he stopped midsentence.
"...NIALL!" Louis yelled. Niall jumped from the sudden yelling.
"WHAT?" He yelled back.
"Why is there broken glass on the ground?"
Niall blushed, and looked away from me. I tried to think why there was glass on the ground. The only thing I remembered was it was dark, and someone dropped a cup on the ground...
"I-I don't know!" He stuttered. He then looked at me. "I'm sorry, but excuse me. I'll be right back, just take deep breaths or something."
Niall then awkwardly patted my leg, and walked out of the room. He only had jeans and socks on, and his hair was a mess.
How the heck did I end up with Niall?
I was so confused, and tried to focus on the conversation outside the room.
"What? You have a fan inside your room?" Zayn asked.
"It's not any fan, its Electra. Something happened and I took her here at like 1 in the morning," Niall said. How did he know my name?
"Did you guys... you know... 'Do it'?" Louis asked, and I could almost see the smirk on his face. Niall scoffed.
"Yeah right, Louis. Of course we didn't do it." Niall answered. I heard Liam sigh, relieved.
"So, what happened with the glass?" Liam asked. Now it was Niall's turn to sigh.
"I'll explain later! Just come help me, she's freaking out," Niall said, sounding worried.
A few footsteps later, all the boys appeared in the doorway. I froze, and looked up at them.
Liam pushed Zayn and Louis out, and then closed the door.
"Hi Electra, how do you feel?" Liam asked gently, walking over to me. He sat beside me on the bed.
"I have a headache, and being in One Direction's hotel room isn't really helping," I tried to make a joke, and grinned a bit. It only resulted in my head pounding even more.
"That's normal." He smiled. "It's just a hangover. After it's gone, you'll be fan girling, like the usual fans." He said. I frowned, feeling offended that he would just assume I was like all the other fans. Which I was, but you know.
"Here," He handed me a glass of water and a few pills. "Take these and drink all of the water. Your headache will go away soon."
I nodded, and shakily took the pills into my hand, and the glass of water.
"Are you hungry?" Liam asked. I shook my head, and the thought of food made me want to vomit. He smiled. "Okay. I have to go find Harry, being the responsible one." He said, standing up from the bed.
I watched him. I had completely forgotten about Harry! He was apparently at the party last night with Lindsay.
"Niall, wanna stay with her or come with me?" Liam asked, looking to Niall.
"I-I.." He paused, glancing at me. I looked away. "I'll come with you." He said.
"Alright. Let's go. Electra, just try to get some rest. Louis and Zayn will be here if you need anything." Liam said, and grinned.
"O-okay," I stuttered. Liam left the room, and Niall followed. He stopped in the doorway, and glanced back at me, before walking out.
After about 30 minutes, I had taken the pills and the glass of water. I just sat on the bed, and did nothing. I tried to remember last night, but nothing came to mind. I only met up with Noah, and then after that it was a blur.
I sighed, and stood up. I walked out of the room slowly, and down the hall. It led me to a big open area, and I saw someone sitting on the couch; watching the TV.
I recognized it as Louis, and walked over. I looked at the TV, and he looked over to me. He smiled, and I looked back to him.
"Hey, Electra, right?" He asked. I nodded. He motioned for me to sit down beside him, so I did. I tried to control myself from freaking out, and I did. Just on the inside I was screaming.
"I'm Louis." He said, and smiled. I chuckled nervously.
"Believe me, I know." I replied. He laughed his adorable laugh.
"Can I get you anything? Drink? Food? Maybe some clothes?" He chuckled, glancing down at my bear arms and legs. I was still in my dress from last night. I flustered.
"Um, yeah. Do you have any extra clothes I could borrow for now?" I asked. He nodded, and stood up. He put his hands out, and I took them. He then pulled me up, and led me back to Niall's room.
"I'm sure Niall wouldn't mind at all," He smiled, sending a wink back at me. I grinned a bit. Why wouldn't Niall mind? I'm just some fan he doesn't know, anyways.
Louis pulled open some drawers, and then grabbed some things.
He laid out a pair of black basketball shorts, and a purple sweater.
"The bathroom is to the right when you walk out of the room, if you need it." He said. I nodded, and looked up at him. He smiled, and I gave him a little grin.
"Thanks Louis," I said quietly.
"No problem. I'll be waiting at the couch."
He then walked out, closing the door gently behind him.
I looked around the room, slowly taking off my dress. I pulled the sweater over my head, and then put on the shorts. They were both too big, so I searched Niall's room a bit. I found a pin, and pinned the shorts so they would stay on.
I let the sweater hang around my body and arms, because I really didn't mind. Tight things bothered me, anyways.
I inhaled, and grinned a bit. Niall's clothes smelt good. In a... non stalkerish way.
"What did he smell like?"
"He smells.. like me. I guess we wear the same cologne..."
I scooted closer to Noah. "Then you both smell good. I like that. It's a turn on." I giggled.
I shook my head as the memory came back. I had already drank a bit before I found Noah, and then we went back in to drink some more.
I folded my dress neatly, and placed it on the bed. I walked out of Niall's room, and then went into the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup had smudged everywhere around my eyes, and my hair was a mess. I pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail, and then started using water to remove the makeup.
Since I had no makeup remover, and water doesn't really work, it took about 10 minutes.
My eyes still had dark circles around them, but I gave up. I checked myself again, and noticed the sweater said something on it.
"Don't pick on me..." I mumbled, while reading it. I turned around slightly, and it said something else on the back. "I've got big friends." I read. I started laughing, and shook my head.
I walked out of the bathroom, and went back towards the living room. Louis wasn't there though. I tilted my head slightly.
"Over hereeee!" Someone called out. I looked over, and saw Louis in the kitchen. He was making something in the microwave.
"Oh, I thought you just left me," I said, relieved. He smiled, and then the front door opened.
Liam and Niall walked in with Harry. Harry's original curly hair was everywhere.
Harry Styles. Oh my God. Don't fangirl.
Harry smiled at me. "Hey Electra,"
"Seriously, how does everyone know my name?" I snapped. I blushed, realizing I just yelled that at One Direction.
Liam, Harry and Louis looked at Niall. Niall blushed, and avoided their gazes.
"I think you should get home. Your family is probably getting worried," He said quickly. I nodded.
"Oh wait! My dress is in your room," I said. I turned to go get it.
"I'll get it." Niall said, and rushed past me. He disappeared into his room.
I turned to the other boys who were smirking.
"W-what?" I asked.
"Nothing," Liam answered. I sighed, and then picked up my high heels. I didn't feel like wearing them. My feet were killing.
I also grabbed my jacket, and Niall came back, holding my dress. He said nothing as he took my shoes and jacket from me, and then walked out of the room.
"Well... Bye.." I said awkwardly, as I stood in the doorway. I was about to head out, when Louis called my name.
I stopped, and turned to him. He was in front of me all of a sudden, and wrapped his arms around me. Surprised, I hugged him back, trying not to scream or cry of happiness.
"I have a feeling I'll be seeing you again." He muttered, and pulled away. I was left confused, when Harry hugged me.
"Goodbye Sweetheart! We'll talk soon! Tell Lindsay to call me." He said. A giggle escaped my lips and I nodded, pulling away. Last, Liam hugged me.
"Take care, Love." He said, and then pulled away. I smiled and waved a bit.
"Bye guys!" I then walked out, and saw Niall waiting by the elevator. He motioned me over awkwardly, and I nodded, walking over.
We stepped into the elevator together, and Niall pressed a button. The doors closed, and he pressed another button, I was assuming the lobby floor.
We stood there quietly, him holding my things, and I just looking around.
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. He let me out first, and then followed. I walked through the lobby in my bare feet, as people stared at us because of my shoeless feet.
I shot one of them a dirty look, and then realized they weren't staring because I had no shoes on. Duh, idiot, it's because you're standing beside Niall Horan.
I mentally slapped myself, feeling guilty. We stepped out together, through the front doors, and were instantly greeted by about 16 different paparazzi, taking pictures of us.
I blinked and stopped, watching the flashes. I couldn't see clearly, and then felt someone grab my hand. The person began slowly leading me away.
I looked up and saw Niall trying to push past the photographers. He looked annoyed as they were shouting random questions.
"Niall, where are the others?"
"Mr. Horan, are you two dating?"
"How was the party last night? There's pictures of you guys coming into the hotel late last night."
Niall just kept pulling me away as I stumbled slightly. He stopped to make sure I was fine, and kept going.
"Is it true that you and Mrs. Andrews are expecting a child, Niall?" One asked. I turned and made a face at the woman. How'd she even know my last name?
Niall stopped, and shouted something. I was too dazed and blind to hear what. All I could hear was constant questions being asked, and yelling from the paparazzi.
I closed my eyes for a second, and when I opened them, there was a taxi in front of us. Niall gently pushed me towards it, and I got inside.
He leaned over and put something in the pocket of the sweater I was wearing.
He then placed my shoes, my jacket and my dress beside me, and then leaned against the open door.
I looked up at him. He just stared at me, like he was in thought. There were thousands of flashes still going on behind him.
He finally started to talk. "Electra, there's something I need to tell you. Please don't get mad, but I'm Noa-" He began saying, but then he was shoved up against the door, causing it to slam closed.
The taxi driver took it as a sign to go, so he stepped on the gas, and pulled away from the paparazzi and Niall.
My eyes widened, and I snapped my head to the taxi driver. "Wait! I wasn't ready to go!"
"Well, I was about to leave anyways. Waiting longer for your boyfriend to talk to you would have to be more money, which you probably ain't even got," The taxi driver drawled out.
That was true.
I looked back, pressing my body up against the door, and looked out the window.
Niall waved frantically. "Wait!" He mouthed, and I knew he was yelling. When the taxi didn't stop, he threw his arms in the air, and then stormed back towards the hotel; the paparazzi taking a photo of his every movement.
I sighed, and sank down into the seat. I was extremely confused.
By the time I got back to my house, it was 11:09 Am. I stood outside the cab, searching my jacket for some money.
"Is that some in your pocket?" The driver asked, pointing to the sweater pocket. I looked down, and put my hand in the pocket. I pulled out a huge wad of money.
"U-um.. yeah. How much?" I asked. He shrugged.
"I should ask for 30. But 20'll do." He said, holding his hand out. I smiled, and handed him 20.
"Thank you so much."
"You too. Have a great day." He said sarcastically, and then sped off.
I turned to my house, and then proceeded inside. I quietly closed the door behind me, and ran upstairs quickly. My parents were probably freaking out about my sudden disappearance last night, and this morning.
I turned to walk down the hall, but walked into somebody. I gasped, and looked up.
Collin smirked down at me. "Hey little sis. Where have you been? And whose clothes are these?" He asked, tugging at the sweater.
"None of your business! Now move," I hissed, and shoved past him.
"You know mom and dad are planning on grounding you, yeah?" He called after me, laughing. I walked into my room, making sure to slam the door shut behind me.
I threw everything on the ground. My phone fell out of my jacket, and I picked it up.
I flopped onto my bed, and started to text.
"i woke up next to niall horan this morning. what happened to u last night...? so confused. please answer, noah."