I slept with Niall. That was the only explanation I had. I check my phone to see if there was any kind of pieces to this puzzle. My phone didn’t get charged last night, and it was almost dead. I had half a dozen text messages. I plugged in my phone and opened my messages. I had texts from Madi. I hadn't talked to her in weeks, she had been so busy with school. I was a little afraid of what I texted her, because I didn't remember anything for most of last night.



I told her that I was on tour with One Direction. I hadn't actually told her until now. I was going to tell her when we were in Arizona and surprise her with a VIP ticket. There goes that surprise. She was going to lose her mind.



I couldn't help but be happy about this. She hadn't changed a bit and I loved her.

Niall shifted in bed, reminding me that I had to search my phone for some clue as to what happened last night. I went to the photo gallery in my phone. Maybe there were photos that would clue me in on what happened.

I started looking through my gallery and it was mostly selfies that Niall took on my phone or really blurry pictures of the two of us. Nothing that would indicate that we were getting physical or intimate. That was somewhat of a relief. Did I want something to happen with Niall? Maybe.

I had little hope of piecing together what happened last night without directly asking Niall. Would he think that I would regret whatever we did? Or that I was a prude? I don't know if even asking him is a good idea, what if it was just supposed to be a casual thing that we swore to never discuss?

He shifted again and I decided to let him sleep. If his head was screaming as much as mine, at least one of us would sleep it off.

I needed to fix up my face as best as possible, then I would go downstairs and find a little café and get myself some coffee. I definitely was going to need it if I was going to keep up with these boys.

As I made my way through the lobby, I spotted Zayn heading out the hotel entrance.

I walked up next to him with a little smile and I put my sunglasses on. The sun was blinding and I felt like I would burst into flames if I looked at anything bathed in its rays.

"Morning." I tried to sound cheerful, but it came off my tongue as more of a mumble.

He stared at me and did a little half smile, not returning the greeting.

"Headed anywhere fun?"

He continued to just stare at me. Tough crowd.

A black SUV came around the front and stopped in front of us. Zayn swiftly walked past me and jumped into the car. He was gone faster than I could roll my eyes.

I started walking towards the street, feeling the sun warm my skin. The grass was freshly mowed and the flowers were letting off the sweetest perfume. I wish I didn't have to work today, I would love to just sleep and not face Niall.

"Stevie!" a voice interrupted my thoughts.

I turned and saw Liam walking towards me.

"Liam, hey. What are you up to?"

"Just going for a jog, what about you?"

"I need coffee so hard. I drank a bit too much last night."

"Yeah, I know." He laughed.

"How do you know?"

"You two were not quiet when you came back to the hotel. You banged on my door and asked me if your Irish jig was good enough to get you into Riverdance."

"Oh my god."

He laughed again.

"Do you know where there is a coffee shop around here?" I asked him.

"I'll go with you, there's one down the street."

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The first sip of the cappuccino hit my lips and all my heavy thoughts melted away. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.

"That good?" Liam asked.

"It is the best thing I have tasted in a while."

"We should get in some practice today."

"I will take that as a yes."

I stared at my coffee for a while Liam talked away. I wasn't listening, I was thinking about the night before. Maybe sober Stevie would be able to piece together last night.

"Stevie?"

"Huh?"

"Were you listening?"

"I - No, sorry. I was thinking about last night. I don't know what happened."

"Why don't you just ask Niall?"

That was going to be easier said than done.

"Liam, how about you go for your jog, I will make my way back to the hotel and shower, then we can practice. Sound like a plan?"

He grinned at me, "sounds perfect."

He got up and walked out the coffee shop. I smiled watching him walk away from me. His ass looked great in those shorts.

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I got back to my hotel room, half expecting Niall to still be in bed asleep and half hoping that he had got up and left. I didn't really want to face him without knowing what happened last night. I slid the room key into the door and walked in quietly.

Niall was not in the bed. I let out a huge sigh of relief. I wouldn’t have to face Niall and have an awkward exchange with him. I kicked off my shoes and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the water in the shower and started to take off last nights outfit. Taking my bra off, I felt a dull pain on my left shoulder. I turned my back to the mirror and saw that there was a large bruise running down my back. What in the world happened?

I got in the shower and felt the hot water run down my back, stinging around my bruise.

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I met with Liam down stairs and he was all business. He got right into showing me the notes again. He had my play the Waltz from Sleeping Beauty over and over. My fingers started to memorize the keys and I could play without even looking at them. I was looking at Liam and watching the way his eyes watched my fingers dance across the keys.

"You're getting the hang of it."

I shrugged my shoulders at him.

"Keep playing, your fingers are getting trained to recognize the keys."

I nodded and kept playing the song as he asked me to. I was staring at him again and he noticed.

"Everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't everything be okay?" I laughed nervously at him.

He looked at my hands, then back at my eyes. "You stopped playing."

I looked at my hands and my fingers were hovering over the keys.

"Oh, gosh. Sorry. I didn't-" I was interrupted by his phone ringing.

I saw the name on the caller ID was Sophia. He declined the call.

"If you need to take that, I can leave you alone."

"No, she can leave a message if she needs to. Let me show you something."

I moved over and Liam took over the piano. His fingers glided smoothly over the keys. He was truly a sight to look at when he was in his element. He was focused, delicate and passionate. I started leaning into him, resting my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes and just listened to the melody that he was playing.

He stopped playing and I felt his fingers brush my cheek.

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