I jerked up and found myself in a room. "Wow." I ran my hand over my forehead and swallowed. "Wow." I repeated, only slower.

"Emmilee! Are you awake yet?!" I then realized who's apartment I was in whenever that familiar voice caused my head too pound.

"Yeah. Shit. Don't yell. I'm awake." I stumbled out of the bed I was laid on and walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

Alex shook her head once I reached the bar. "You look like shit." She laughed and I ran my tongue over the roof of my mouth, trying to get rid of the alcohol taste.

"Thank you my loving sister, you." I groaned at the pain in my stomach and looked up to her to her smiling. "Don't fucking look at me like that."

"Well why not? It's not my fault that you got drunk off your ass." She threw the towel she was using to dry the dishes on the counter and sat down beside. "You need to take a shower."

"I know." I snapped and pushed my ratty hair out of my face.

"What even happened last night?" She asked, grabbing a peppermint out of the bowl on the bar and handing it to me.

"I don't remember. All I remember is that I got drunk and there was a guy-" I stopped.

A guy. He was talking to me the whole night and I don't even remember his name. His name... His name...

"You met a guy?!" Alex shrieked and I covered my ears, letting out a frustrated cry.

"Yes. I met a guy." I looked at her with my eyes barely open. She scooted closer to me and smiled. "Do you honestly expect me to tell you anything about him? I was drunk."

"So. You should still remember him." She rolled her eyes and I looked forward. "What did he look like?"

I sighed and fiddled with the peppermint wrapper. "I don't..." I trailed off. I remember.. He was tall, sexy, blonde. He was just as crazy as I was. "I don't like to talk to guys. They just waste my time just as much as I waste theirs."

"What? Are you serious? You can't just stop in the middle of a sentence while talking about a guy and then say 'I don't like to talk to guys'." She mocked me and I rolled my eyes. "Do you remember him?" She asked.

"Yes. I remember him. He had the deepest blue eyes-" I shook my head. "No, I refuse to fall for a guy. I'd rather go to sleep." I stood up and walked towards the bedroom again.

"At least tell me his name." Alex called and I sighed.

I waited for a second to see if I remembered. Then I smiled and turned back towards her, clasping my hands together. "Niall. His name is Niall."

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