Undeniable -Niall Horan-

I wake up with a pounding headache, laying still for a moment to try and will it to go away. Groaning when it didn't work, I sit up and stretch, finally opening my eyes.


"Good morning, Lylah." someone says, walking through the door.


"W-who are you? H-how do you know my name? Oh no, did I come home with you from the club? How could I be so stupid? H-"


"Lylah, calm down. Let me explain." he says, cutting me off "I'm Niall, we met last night at the club. You were drunk, alone, and calling yourself Margaret. The bartender told me your real name was Lylah. Said you're there every Friday night. You seemed like a sweet girl, even if you were drunk out of your mind. Come on, you think I would be stupid enough to let you drive home?"


"N-no, I don't guess."


"Here, take this. Thought you might need it." he says, smiling. He hands me a bottle of water and some Tylenol before turning and walking out the door.



Grateful for his kindness, I quickly uncap the bottle and take the medicine. 'Oh, Lylah. You have got to stop drinking like that' I think to myself, flopping back onto the bed. One would think I'd have learned my lesson by now, but I never did.

I couldn't bring myself to stop, no matter how bad it was for my health. It's been hard since my mom died, and I've seen my father and sister maybe three or four times since I moved from NYC to London as soon as I turned eighteen. I didn't like the though of leaving, because that meant living alone. But I had to get used to it because it was torture staying at that house. My father never smiled anymore, and I couldn't take how depressed it made me. So I left.

"Hey Niall I- whoa, you're not Niall. What's your name, beautiful?" someone asks, making me jump at the sudden interruption to my thoughts.


"Lylah. And you are?"


"I'm Harry." he says, running his hand through his curls. "Come down stairs, I think Niall has some explaining to do."



I reluctantly get up, seeing as how I wasn't completely awake yet, and follow along behind. We walk into the living room, where there were four boys sitting and watching TV.

Something about them looked strangely familiar, and It takes me a second to get a good look at them before realization washes over me.


Oh I gasp, getting their attention "Y-you're One Direction, aren't you?" they nod their heads in answer "My little sister is a big fan. She never stops talking about you guys when I go home to visit her and my father in the States."

"I knew you sounded American, Lylah." Niall says, smiling


"Speaking of Lylah, Niall would you mind telling us why she's here and in your bed?"


"I was just being nice, Harry. We met at the club and she didn't have any way to get home except driving. Which, if you would have seen her, you would know that wasn't exactly an option. And as far as the bed thing, I put her there and slept on the couch so she would be comfortable."



I smile at him, thanking him for his kindness, causing him to blush. Who would've thought that someone I met at a club would turn out to be so nice?


"Wait, what time is it?" I ask, suddenly alarmed.


"10:30. Why?"


"Oh crap, I have to go to work like now." I say, bolting towards the door, but stopping short as I realized my car was probably still at the club "Can whichever one of you drove me here please drive me to the club so I can get my car?"

This causes them to start laughing and I just roll my eyes, hoping I wouldn't be late.