Addicted|n.h.|

Morning came and Ashley's head throbbed harder than the last time. She was grateful that that day was a holiday and that their college was starting on Monday, another day later. She threw the covers off herself and got out of bed. Before she could place her feet on the floor, Sarah burst through the door with a glass of water and something else in her hand.

"Here. I knew you'd wake up with a hangover, so i went down and got you Paracetamol." and she handed Ashley the glass of water and paracetamol.

"Thanks." Ashley told Sarah as she placed the glass on the table beside her bed.

"Anytime babe." Sarah said as she flopped down on her bed, extracting her phone from her jeans pocket. A minute later she got up and walked over to Ashley, telling her to rest and gave a quick peck on her forehead, before dashing for the door.

Shutting her eyes, Ashley managed to fall asleep before she was woken up by a sudden and loud laugh. Opening her eyes, she saw the one and only Niall, standing in the middle of the room-staring at her, a smile spread across his lips.

She quickly sat up in bed, not believing her eyes. What the hell was he doing here? More importantly, who the hell allowed him in the girl's dorm? Ashley wanted to get to her feet and push him out of the room, but part of her wanted him to stay. To be with her. But either ways, she didn't have the energy. She was hungover and her head throbbed, like someone was hammering her skull. So she really couldn't stand but still, she forced her body to stand and push him out.

Standing up, she walked over to him and in an attempt to push him out, she nearly tripped on her own clothes and ended up in his arms. Something else she hadn't foreseen.

"Are you okay?" his voice was more like a whisper.

"No." Ashley replied, trying to sound sarcastic.

"Hangover?" he asked, placing her back on her feet.

She shut her eyes for a few moments before opening them once again. Blue eyes burned into brown ones. She still didn't understand what he was doing there.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

"Well, i came to see you." he said.

"Yeah sure." she said and walked over to her bed, before sitting down gently on it.

"No really. I mean after last night, i wasn't really sure you'd be alright. I mean, when you left-"

"Can we please not talk about that?" Ashley said, clutching her head as she laid back down.

"Why not?" Niall asked, lying down next to her.

"Because." Ashley said. She didn't want to come off as jealous when she didn't even know the guy properly. She didn't even want to have this conversation.

"Well?" he probed.

"Because..." she continued, trying to find the right words.

"Tell me." Niall said, as he slowly started tickling her. She had a bad hangover and here Niall was, tickling her.

"Niall!" she yelped as she jerked her head back, causing her to groan in pain.

"Tell me!" he demanded as he continued the torturous assault on her. She was a giggling mess as he continued.

"Please! My head hurts!" she screamed not too loud though.

Instantly he stopped, bringing her face to his.

"That bad?" he asked, making a puppy face.

"M hmm..." she said, closing her eyes.

When she opened them again, Niall was extremely close to her and she didn't even want him to go.

"Niall?" she breathed, knowing this was going only in one place.

"Yes?" he asked, before placing his lips on hers.

She closed her eyes and suddenly all the pain, all the jealousy, went away. She subconsciously wrapped her hands around Niall's neck, pulling him closer. She felt her skin flush and the adrenaline kick in.

The door opened and laughter was heard which made Niall and Ashley pull apart. Ashley lay on the bed, holding her head and Niall stood at the foot of the bed, shifting from foot to foot.

"Hey Niall, right?" Sarah said.

"Yeah. I'll be on my way. Hope you get well soon Ashley." he said and smiled at her before quickly leaving.

Ashley felt all the blood rush to her cheeks as she covered her face in embarrassment. She just hoped that Sarah didn't see much or anything at all. This was the last thing she wanted. And her hangover was another case.

But the imprint of Niall's lips on hers made her groan inwardly. After all that happened the night before, she had to go ahead and kiss him! Kiss him of all things! And now she was sober. Not even drunk!! Sober!

If things couldn't get any worse...

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