I opened my eyes and looked around the room. Where am I? Honestly, i'm tired of waking up in weird places. I sat up to get a better look of the whole scene. Oh. My. God.

I was on the couch, suprisingly I was covered i some sort of fur. It covered my body from my neck and down. It was kinda itchy....I looked down and realized something. I was naked undeer te fur. Oh. My. God.

Around me the walls were draped in streamers. Behiend the streamers was a layer of mud, it was caked on. The dirty, thick substance dripped down the wallpaper and hit the floor. It covered some uknown person with red hair. Oh. My. God.

I looked down at my feet too find.....Niall. I peeked under the cover and found out he was naked as well. I grabbedh nearest peice of fur and wrapped it around my bare skin protectivly. What did Niall and I do? Was this a party? Where is Liam?!?! Oh. My. God.

I hurried around all the nameless bodies scatttered on the hard wood. I quickly spotted Zayn and Harry. To my dismay they were covered in duct tape that happened to e sticking they're two bodies together. At least they had their clothes on. I heard distant snoring and people talking in their sleep. I have never seen so many sleeping people in one room. This was 'Last Friday Night' music video all over again. I frowned at the amount of naked boys in my room. A few of them holding bras made me stomping mad.

I looked down at the fuzzy, but thin cover hiding my breasts and decided the first thing to do was to get dressed. I must have been really drunk when I possibly slept with Niall. But, was he? Did he use me? I swng open the closet door, dodging a few men. I have to say though, the one I hit in the head with the door was pretty ripped. I stepped in and closed the door behiend me absentmindly. I heard a muffled scream that caught my attention, making me turn my head to the left. Oh. My. God.

"Liam?" I gasped placing my had on my heart to hold up my blanket.

He motioned to his gagged mouth and struggle free himself from the chair he was bound to. "Okay, Okay," I slid my hand across the back and freed him from the ropes with my pocket knife.

"You carry a knife with you?" Was the first thing Liam said when the gag was removed.

"Your welcome." I anwered grabbing some clothes.

"What happened last night?" I broke our silence after eyeing up the ropes on the ground.

"Uh, we had a erm.." he shrugged "Small party."

"You knew about it?" I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned.

"Well, yes." he smiled weakly "At first it was just a few friends, Ed and Cher... you know. Then Niall and you drank so much, you were absoulutly hammered."

I smiled when he said this, then quickly replaced it with a frown. The pounding hangover I felt was proof Liam wasn't lying.

"Then Niall began to hit on you. I tried to get him to stop, and to stop all of you from drinking. Then Cher invited a bunch of people on facebook." He sighed "By then I was spitting mad, tired of Niall flirting with my girlfriend. I tried to punch him, but a very drunk Louis carried me away. He tied me up, and here we are."

"Do you remember anything that went on? I heard a lot of scrreamd laughing." He chuckled.

I bit my lip. What if I actually had sex with Niall. Would Liam blame me? Break up with me?
"Uh, no. Nothhingg specific." Of course this is the truth. What I might've did with Niall was just a hunch.

"Oh well, we better get this our crap together." he frowned out the open door and stepped out. Each boy we passed, he snatched my bra out of their dirty mits "So many of your bras.."

"I know, right?" I glared at the dude on my bed "Disgusting perverts."

I began to think hard about what might have happened. Who knows I could've had sex with any guy at this party. My eyes traveled to a dirty blonde haired boy in a chicken costume. It could've been him. Or him. Or him. Or even him.

------------------------------later that day---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The last of the people at the party had left, including Cher ad Ed Sheeran. Liam made his way into the living room with his garage bag. I heald my head with an icepack and sat don with Harry. Niall was in the counter watching his phone. He was gasping and biting his lip "Oh my god..."

"What is it?" I scooched over to his couch only to find him disapear and reapear across the room.

"Nothing, it's....uhmm....could I talk to you in the other room?" Niall said shuffling his feet nervously.

"Erm, okay." I shrugged and followed him into his room.

Notes

I was writing my story '50 First Dates' and my computer lagged out and deletedd my WHOLE CHAPTER I was working on. I was really pissed so I just worked on this story.

Thats good I geuss, I havent updated this in a while so whatever