Falling Hard

My mouth felt like sandpaper when I got conscious, and not to talk about my head. I was scared that it would explode at any minute. I wanted to go get some water but couldn't even open my eyes. I grunted but realized that it hurt too much. I forced my eyes to open and the room was too bright so I closed them fast. I was laying on my stomach with my clothes on. Why did I have my clothes on? And why was my bed so uncomfortable. I slowly opened my eyes up and realized that I wasn't in my bed. I wasn't even in my apartment. At first I though that I was at Harry's and got scared, I didn't remember anything about last night, but realized that the layout of the room was wrong and that I was at Eleanor's. I was laying on their couch. I gave a thankful sigh. Then my eyes registered the glass of water and the two pills that was laying on the table beside me. Aw! She was so thoughtful. I turned over to sit up, every motion hurt so bad. But when the cold water was running down my throat it was all worth it. The taste was so good and the feeling vert nice on my throat. What happened last night? I stroked my hands over my face but realized how much my was stinging. Did I cry last night?

Flashes of memories from last night was coming back to me, I wish they wouldn't. My head hurt too much for thinking. Eleanor peeked her head out of the bedroom with a sweet smile.

“Hi. How are you?” She asked with a soft voice as she came over to sit by me.

“Feeling like shit.” I said and my voice was raspy, I took another sip of the water. “Thank you for taking care of me. I don't remember it exactly, but I'm here, so I guess you did?”

“Yeah, well I didn't want to leave you alone in your apartment, so I brought you here.” She said giving me a sweet smile. “What do you remember from last night?” She asked quietly.

“Not much. Some parts are very blurry. I remember the tequila, a lot of dancing. Did I see Niall there?” I asked a little confused.

“Yeah, they all came.”

“Did I puke?” I ask discusted, I hate vomiting.

“Yes you did, but safely here at home.” She added when she saw my horrified expression. She did look like she had something she didn't want to tell me.

“What is it? What did I do?” I asks a little scared. She takes my glass and walk over to the sink to refill it and then comes back to sit down. Oh shit! What did I do? Why don't I remember? Right, tequila. Me and him didn't have a great relationship. He was great of letting you forget things, but that also was a problem.

“Well, you saw Harry there. And... Oh! I hate being the one to tell you this.” She took a deep breath. “He was kissing another girl.” She looked up at me. Oh! Some flashes of that memory came back to me. I did see that. My heart squeezed in my chest. I looked down, taking a slow breath.

“Did anything else happen?” I asked with closed eyes. Please, say no!

“No, not much. I got you out of there. But, well...maybe you should talk to Niall.” She said and I looked up confused at her.

“Niall? Why?” What had Niall to do with anything?

“You danced with him...and it wasn't really the way friends dances.” I looked shocked at her when she described how I had danced. How I had gotten my hands in his hair and pressed my body against his. I had hugged my body against his for several songs. I groaned and rested my head in my hands. This was not good.

“I'm gonna have to move.” I said, mostly to myself. Louis walked out from the bedroom then.

“Of course you don't have to move. It wasn't that bad.” She said as Louis sat down on the opposite side of the table.

“Who's moving?” He asked as he fiddled with his phone.

“I am. This is all to embarrassing.” I tried to stand up but didn't have the balance and Eleanor had to catch me. I sat down again to lay myself on the couch. I grunted loudly.

“What? That wasn't so bad.” Louis said. “We've all done worse, believe me.” He snickered remembering all their drunken mistakes, I guess.

“It will be fine sweetie. Do you want some breakfast?” Eleanor stood up to go to the kitchen.

“Some orange juice would be nice. Do you know where I left my purse?” I ask her looking around. She gets it for me from the coat hanger by the door. I see that the clock is eleven so I decide to text Niall, I need to apologize. I can't believe that I did that.

To Niall
I'm really sorry about last night. I crossed a few lines, I'm so sorry!

Just a few minutes later, when I'm enjoying my orange juice I get an answer from him.

From Niall
Don't worry about it. It's all good. You feel okey today?

To Niall
Thanks! Not really. Feel like shit. But Louis and Eleanor is good hosts, they're making me breakfast. :)

“Do you want to take a shower before breakfast? You can borrow some of my clothes.” I look up from my phone to see Eleanor stand in front of me. A shower sounds so good right now. I accept her offer and borrow a towel and clothes and walks into the bathroom. The water feels amazing against my skin. I stand there a few minutes longer than usual, but then I realize that I'm not home and should get out. I dry off and put on the leggings and sweater that Eleanor had given me. Good thing that we are basically the same size.

When I walk back out to the kitchen area Niall is standing there with Louis and Eleanor. I freeze in the doorway, shocked to see him there. He sees me and smiles.

“Hi. Sorry that I'm crashing, but that breakfast thing sounded so good that I forced Lou to get me some.” He laughs a little.

“Oh, it's fine.” I say as I walk out to them. He puts an arm around my shoulders.

“You really okey?” He says with humor. Probably seeing my red and swollen eyes which I saw in the mirror. I looked horrible.

“No. I feel like I'm going to die to be honest.” His arm feels nice and warm. The thing with Niall is that he feels like a brother, that's why I was so shocked at how I had acted last night. I'm thankful that he had forgiven me for my misbehavior.

We sat down to eat the amazing breakfast that they had made. Louis had made pancakes and there was toast with several different marmalades. They were too kind. It was delicious. I eat more then I usually do. My head started to feel better and my stomach not so empty any more. All of a sudden my phone started to ring. I looked at it and it said Harry. I remembered what Eleanor had told me about last night and I remembered the pain it had caused me, only the thought about it made my chest hurt. I pressed ignore on the phone. When it started to ring again directly after, the others gave me a questioning look and I turned the phone off without looking at it.

Louis phone started to ring then and I sighed. He answered with an wondering gaze at me.

“Hey. Yeah, she's here.” He looked up at me. “No, I don't think that's too smart.” He said and looked down at the phone. “He hung up on me.” He said shocked. “I'm sorry Soph, I think he's on his way here.” I looked terrified at him, I couldn't deal with Harry right now. I was hungover and really not up for it. I looked over at Eleanor for help, she just shrugged her shoulders. What could she do?

I stood up and walked over to the couches and sat down with my head in my hands. What should I do? Niall came over and stroke a hand on my back.

“You want me to not let him in? I can fight him, I'm not sure I will win, but I can try.” He said and I heard the smile on his face. I looked up and smiled at him.

“Thanks, but that wont be necessary. I have to deal with it sometime, why not when I'm hungover.” I say sarcastically. I heard the knock on the door then and felt a shiver go through my body. As usual he didn't wait for an answer but froze when he saw me and Niall on the couch. He stared at Niall and it looked like he would punch him. His fists was clenched by his side.

“You'd better go.” I said low to Niall who never took his eyes from Harry. He stood up and walked to Louis and Eleanor in the kitchen area. They all left the apartment then and we were all alone. I didn't look at him and he just stood there in the middle of the room. I could feel his eyes on me.

“Why him?” He said after a while, sounding callous.

“Why who?” I asked very confused, he sounded angry.

“Niall! Why Niall?” He almost shouted at me. Was he joking right now? He was mad at me for dancing with Niall. He was crazy.

“Are you kidding?” I yelled back, reminding my head that it was hurting. “You're the one who had your tongue down some girls throat!” I vibrated with anger, my temper wasn't too good when I was hungover. He was insane to be mad at me. He was the one who wanted to date other people.

“Yeah, because you practically was having sex with Niall on the dance floor.” He screamed at me, his whole body rigid.

“I only danced with him. But that doesn't matter because you can't be mad at me for it. You are the one who wanted to date other people. That means that I can dance with other guys.” I was out of breath. This really wasn't a conversation to have when you were hungover.

He sat down on the edge of the couch opposite to the one I was sitting on, pulling his hair. He took deep breaths to calm himself down. I watched his back rise and fall.

“That's not what I want.” He said, his voice a lot lower. He still didn't look up at me.

“Nice way of showing it.” I said sarcastic with a low voice. I couldn't get the image of him with that girl out of my head. I felt like crying, but my eyes feels dry and stinging.

“I did that out of anger. I...” He paused, trying to find his words. “I got jealous. I didn't like seeing you with Niall.” I look up at him, he was bent over with his elbows on his knees, his hands covering his eyes.

“Well you don't have anything to say about who I'm with.” I say and his eyes gazed up at me.

“I know. But that's the thing. I want to.” He stands up to walk over and sit beside me. I feel hesitant and consider to stand up, but I can't even make my body do that.

“Shit! Everything just got out of hand so fast.” He grunts and runs his hands through his hair again. I just sit there, not sure what he want me to do. “Okey, so the date in London. Well, it's not really real.” He says quiet. What? He made it up? What the hell!

“What?” I feel so confused. Is this happening or am I having a dream? A very painful one.

“I'm getting into so much trouble for this.” He sighs. “It's all a publicity stunt. They want us to be linked together.”

“Okey?” I look over at him, he's watching me, probably for my reaction.

“I signed a contract and everything. I can't tell anyone that it's not a real date, not even the guys. It can't come out.” He looks a little afraid. “I got freaked when Lou brought it up, first because I had forgotten about it and then because I couldn't tell you the truth. I'm breaking that contract now.” He threw his hand in the air, looking frustrated.

“I'm not going to tell anyone.” I almost whispers, looking down at my hands. He really lives in another world than me. Fake dates? I didn't even knew that existed, contracts and all. He turns towards me and takes my hands in his. His warmth gives me tingles. Why does he have this affect on me? I hate my body for it. I take a deep breath before I watch up into his eyes, knowing what they do to me.

I'm still mad at him, for yelling, for the girl, for acting weird. But his smoldering eyes makes most of it float away, I forget the reason why I'm mad.

“I fancy you so much.” He pauses. “I just don't know how to do this. I told you, I've never really done this before.” He looks so sad. I don't really think about it, but I take my hand to his cheek to caress it. He closes his eyes and sighs. My heart and my head is both yelling at me, but different things. Which would I listened to? Should I be smart and stay away from him, at least in a romantic way or should I follow my heart who wants to be with him every single minute, knowing that it might get broken?

“I don't know if I can.” I confess and he opens his eyes to look into mine. He looks beaten, like he's about to fall apart. The expression makes my chest hurt again. I don't want that face, I never want to hurt him, ever.

“You can't ever lie to me Styles.” I say as I apparently decided to follow my heart that's beating too fast in my chest. He looks hopeful at me. “And I like you too.” I squeeze his hand. “Well, when you're not making out with other girls.” I add a little disgusted, he laughs low. He leans his forehead against mine.

“Never again.” He promises. “And Niall?” He asks after a minute.

“Is a friend, he's like my brother. I was drunk, okey?” I barely finished that before his lips was on mine. My body remembers the sensation of his lips and a shiver goes through me. My hands can't stay away for too long before they intertwines with his hair. This kiss is different than the others we'd had, it's sweeter and not too rushed. His lips so soft against mine.

“I need to call my publicist to try to get out of this contact somehow.” He says after a while.

“Don't. You'll only get into trouble. Just do it.” I say, surprising myself a little, but this is his career. I just need to get use to the way it works.

“Are you sure?” He looks shocked at me.

“Yes, just keep your promise.” I say as I kiss him again.

“Never again.” He whispers between kisses.

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