Waking up in Vegas

The boy next to me stirred. Moaning as he rubbed his eyes. He then turned to face me, and his blue eyes burst open in surprise, but his weren't the only ones. I just woke up to Niall James Horan of One Direction. What?


5. Facing feelings

"Ni, what's going on?" Melody asked.

"Sshh," I warned but it was too late.

"Was that a girl I just heard?" Paul asked. I could tell he was clenching his teeth with anger.

"Ah yeah... I ran into... An old friend of mine on my way down to the sound check. We started talking, and I guess I lost track of time," I lied.

"Oh. Well don't let it happen again," Paul sighed. He gives into me rather easy cause I don't get into trouble with him too often. It's usually Louis and lately a bit of Liam. They've kind of turned into the prank twins, which I guess is good. I'm glad Louis brought out Liam's fun side, he was too stern, but now he's a little too crazy. I mean the boy has been getting tattoos! Not even I get tattoos, and I'm as the fans dub me, a 'crazy mofo'.

"Do you care if I bring Melody to the sound check?" I asked carefully knowing I was already on his bad side, and I really shouldn't push him.

"Management wouldn't approve. They'd have my head if I said yes," yeah well they'd have MY head if they only knew, I thought angrily.

"Ok, I'll be down in ten," I sighed.

"Make it five. The boys are waiting," with that Paul ended the call. He gets so irritating sometimes. I mean I know it's his job, and I know that we can be hard to deal with at times but come on Paul lighten up.

"Ni?" Melody asked confused. Gosh do I love that nickname.

"Babe I gotta go," I sighed getting out of bed and searching the floor for my shoes, and socks. "I have a sound check that started like ten minutes ago."

"Oh... Do you want me to stay here or?" she asked looking down at her wedding ring, twisting it around her finger.

"No. Go look for Daisy. Ask her if she remembers anything. I'll try to get something out of the boys. Oh and here's my number," I grinned writing it down on a post it note on the desk, "Call or text me if you remember anything. We'll figure this out. Don't worry." I leaned down and pecked her softly on the lips. She blushed fire truck red, as her fingers flew to her lips gently touching where mine had been moments ago.

"Oh... Uh... O-okay," she stuttered. I can really see why drunken Niall married this girl, she's adorable.

"And feel free to take a shower here before you go. Or order up room service or anything. Just charge it too the room. I've got the money... Well I guess now you do too," I winked playfully, "later babes." I smiled closing the door behind me.

I leaned my back against the door and sighed. Drunk Niall is a smart Niall.


*Melody: Present*


I stared in awe after Niall. Now that he's gone it all just feels like a dream. There's no way this is reality. No way. I grabbed  the post it note on the desk, the only visual evidence that he had in fact been here. I quickly typed it into my phone, and checked my messages. I had four missed calls from Daisy. I ignored them, and decided to take Niall up on his offer for a shower.

The hot water shot against my body. I usually sing in the shower, but I had much more pressing things on my mind. I just can't grasp the fact that I'm married to Niall. And the fact that he kissed me before he left! I don't know if he felt it, but I felt major sexually tension. But why did he kiss me? Did he feel like he had to given the situation, or did he... want to? Could he actually like me in a sober state? I've been 'in love' with this boy since I fond out about One Direction. I've dreamt about being his girl so many times. I've talked to him in my head like he was really there. I've dreamed about him nights on end, but this is all normal for a fangirl. What happened last night on the other hand...

Ugh last night. I want to remember every last second of it. I want to know how and why Niall fell in love with me, or at least became infatuated. Can love happen in one night? As a hopeless romantic that believes in love at first sight I'd be lead to believe so. Does Niall regret marrying me? Giving me his virginity that he's been keeping under lock and key for the last nineteen years? The only one having access to him in that way being his hand, and any fangirl knows his hand gets way to much action.

Speaking of the action. Was he good? Oh shit was I good? I really wish I could remember my first time, especially given the fact of who it was with. Did I satisfy his aching needs? The pain in my groin proves that he satisfied mine. Did he use a condom? If he's a virgin would he have one on hand? Though I guess it wouldn't matter I've been on the pill since I was fifteen given my intense cramps I get every three weeks.

The water of the shower started to chill, and I realized I hadn't even started washing myself. Niall just sends my mind reeling, and I fight to gain it back.


*Niall: Present*


I jogged down the hall and burst into the arena. The boys had already started sound check without me, and Teenage Dirtbag by Whetus was bursting through the speakers. They had just started the song, and I ran down the isles towards the stage so I could be in time for the chorus, then my solo.

"Her name is Noel. I have a dream about her. She rings my bell. Have gym class in half an hour. Oh how she rocks in keds..." Harry stopped singing when he caught sight of me. "Bout time you showed up Mr. Romantic!"

"What?!" I asked frantic. How much do the boys know? Does management know? Oh my god if the boys know they can fill me in on what my hangover is hiding! But if management knows I'm fucked.

"Less talking more singing!" Paul yelled. The boys and I frantically joined in at the chorus.

"I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby. Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby. Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me," we sang out together. Time for my solo.

"Her boyfriends a dick. He brings a gun to school, and he'd surly kick my ass if he knew the truth. He lives on my block and drives..." I zoned out as I was singing the words. My lips kept moving and song lyrics came out, but my mind was in another place. My mind was with Melody.

I was frightened to death when I woke up to her this morning. I thought she was a crazed fan who broke into my room, but now I see that it's a lot more then that. She's a crazed fan that broke into my heart. Love is a strong word and right now I'd say I'm infatuated with her. I mean I can't love her I don't even know her last name. No I take that back... her last name is mine; Horan.

Does it mean anything that drunk me fell in love with her? Or does drunk Niall only think with his dick? Well given that I'm a virgin, and I get drunk all the time, that can't be it. Could I really love her? It's such a strong word, but sometimes strong is needed. I just don't know.

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