C7 Chapter 7

“Oh my God, you called me by my nickname!” I exclaim, way more excited that I should’ve been.

He laughs and rolls his eyes, before he grips into my arms and pulls me up in a swift motion. I feel like the room is spinning.

“Don’t ever do that again, because I feel like dying right now.”

“Just follow me upstairs.”

I frown. “Are you trying to sleep with me? Get me into bed?”

“Christ no.” he snorts as he helps me up the never-ending stairs.

“Why does this house have such long stairs?” I complain once we reach the top.

“It doesn’t, you’re just pissed.”

“You’re pissed as well!” I accuse him, and point at his face.

He takes my finger and puts it down. “Come on, there’s a bathroom right there.”

Niall opens the door and I step in, before I kneel in front of the toilet. I get flashbacks from a few years ago where I would make myself throw up on purpose so I wouldn’t get fat, but then my mother caught me and placed me in a one month treatment center until I got better.

“I don’t feel like it anymore.” I say and push the hand that was holding my hair back so I can stand up. “I want to lay down.”

“Let’s go to Kyle’s bedroom, I have the key.”

“He gave you the key in case you wanted to score?” I laugh as we walk.

He nods.

“Wouldn’t he rather be fucking Sophia?” I ask as he unlocks the door and pushes it open.

“Why would he fuck Sophia?”

“Shit, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that. Pinky promise me you won’t tell him.” I say and hold out my right pinky finger up.

He links his pinky with mine, before I turn around and get onto the bed, not bothering to take off the covers. Then I lift my left leg up towards him. “Take off my shoes, my feet hurt.”

“No way. I’m not your butler.”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t have a butler. My feet hurt.”

When he doesn’t move to do that, I try to stand up and take them off myself, but I fall back against the bed.

“Jesus.” He sighs and tries to pull at my heels so they come off. He manages to do that in the end, so I thank him and turn on my side, closing my eyes.

After a few moments, I feel the bed shifting, so I open my eyes to see him climbing on it next to me.

“You know, you’re less annoying when you’re drunk.” He tells me out of a sudden.

“My head is spinning.” I say and place my hands under the side of my head.

“Stop talking then.” Niall says, and closes his eyes as he lays on his back.

“You’re so fucking annoying, ugh.” I groan and close my eyes as well.

The last thing I hear before I pass out is:

"Right back at you."

***

I wake up the next morning with a pounding head and a dry mouth. The first thing I see is an unfamiliar ceiling, which means I’m not at a friend’s house.

I vaguely remember attending Niall’s eighteenth birthday party at Kyle’s house, and after my eighth shot, everything is blurry. The only flashbacks I have are accompanied by an Irish accent.

The next thing I notice, is the fact that someone is softly snoring next to me, and when I turn my head, I scream.

Niall mumbles something before he opens his eyes, just a few inches away from me.

I sit up and look at myself, and then loudly sigh in relief when I see that I’m dressed, and so is he.

“Do you always scream when you wake up?” he asks, obviously deranged by my outburst.

“Why the fuck am I in bed with you? Where is everyone? What happened?”

He sits up as well, and then moves further away from me. “Well, you were so pissed last night you passed out.”

“And you just magically happened to be here?” I question.

“No, I helped you up the stairs and you wouldn’t let go of the railing. You also wanted to throw up but didn’t.”

“Oh shit. Did I say anything I shouldn’t have?”

He shakes his head, and then runs a hand through his hair. “Just the fact that Sophia wants to fuck Kyle, but you made me pinky promise not to say anything.”

I get out of bed and gather my shoes from the floor. God knows how those got there.

“And you better not say anything.” I warn him as I walk to the door once I make sure I have my phone.

“I always keep my pinky promises.” He sarcastically says, but something tells me he won’t say anything to Kyle.

“Well, I’m going to find my friends now. Take care.” I awkwardly say before I unlock the door and step out of the room. I immediately hear Jake’s familiar’s voice from downstairs, so I walk towards it while trying not to die from the hangover.

Jake, Sophia, Jason, and Jasper are all in the living room drinking coffee and having a cigarette, together with Zayn and Kyle.

“Rise and shine your drunkenness.” Jake says, which makes everyone laugh.

“Ha ha. Not funny.” I say and sit down next to my boyfriend. “I just woke up next to Niall Harrison, image that.”

“Yeah, you two were pretty drunk last night.” Jasper laughs and I punch him in the arm.

“I thought Niall went home with Raylynn. His sister did, at least.” Kyle tells me.

“His sister went home with Raylynn?” I ask, confused.

“No, she just went home with her mom.” Kyle clarifies, and I shrug.

“Well, we better get home as well. As soon as I eat something otherwise my head will literally explode and I will be cranky all day.”

As Kyle and Sophia starts making breakfast, I go through my phone. Thank God for the man who invented phones, otherwise I wouldn’t know what went down the night before. My phone is always the best source for post-party information, right after my friends of course.

I find a photo of Niall and I, so I show it to Jake. “What the fuck is this?”

“You were both laughing about something I don’t know and you asked me to take a picture of the two of you.” He tells me.

“I’ve never seen you interact with him so much as you did last night.” Jasper adds, and pulls me in to give me a kiss on the cheek.

A few seconds later, we hear someone coming down the stairs, before Niall appears. He looks sleepy, and at the same time distraught, probably because he woke up next to me this morning.

“Why is everyone looking at me like that?” he asks when he sees that everyone is staring at me.

“Because you two actually got along last night.” Jasper answers, and he rolls his eyes just like I did as he sits down on the sofa.

Sophia and Kyle come into the living room with breakfast after that, which saves us from a lot of unneeded conversation, thank God.

***

“So what did you do last night?” I ask my brother when we got home later that day after I drove everyone home.

“Uh…nothing important.” He answers, which means that he actually did something he doesn’t want me to know about.

“So you did something.” I tell him and sit down on his bed as I watch him going towards his walk-in closet.

“Well…I actually sort of made out with someone.”

My jaw hits the floor. “What? You made out with a senior? Holy shit!”

“Not really.”

Jason looks at the floor and I try to think about someone who wasn’t a senior but still attended the party.

“But the only-no. Please no.”

“Yeah. I made out with Niall’s sister. But it was just like…a drunken mistake.”

I get flashbacks from my tenth grade make out session with Niall, and it feels like history is repeating itself…in a weird way.

“And?” I push. First Poppy, now my own brother. What is it with the Harrisons that makes people do stupid shit?

“And what?”

“And how was it? Do you like her?”

“Jesus Nicki. It was just a kiss, nothing serious.”

I nod. “A kiss with tongue and everything. And I’m not sure if you’re the type of guy who likes the girls he kisses.”

“I’m not.” He sighs, obviously over the subject.

“Well. Just make sure Niall doesn’t find out, otherwise you might get your ass kicked.”

“She won’t tell him, or at least that’s what she told me before she left.”

“So what’s next? You’re going to have sex?” I ask.

“Yeah, and get married and have children.” He sarcastically says, but then sees my worried, horrified expression. “I’m joking! Christ.”

I shake my head in disbelief and stand up from the bed. “Well, I’m going to take a nap. Just…do your homework or something.”

As I walk to my room, I ask myself what would happen if I also would have made out with Niall last night, but then I feel vomit coming up so I run to the bathroom, where I empty my stomach.

Whether it was from the alcohol, or from the idea of exchanging saliva with Niall…well, I may never know.