Ellie's P.O.V

"Let me buy you a drink, baby." A random drunk guy flirted.

We were at the bar and I can't even put into words how utterly pissed I am. It's been hours and everyone, but Liam and I, was 100% drunk. Paul had even had a few beers.

"That's a pretty dress." The drunk guy continued.

"But it would look a lot better crumpled up on my bedroom floor." He ran his hands along my hips.

"You know what else would look great crumpled up on the floor?" I politely smile.

I pull my fist back and punch him straight in the jaw.

"You." I step over him and start looking for Liam. I've had enough of this drunken nonsense and I just want to go home.

"Hey beautiful." Niall comes up to me and firmly presses his lips on mine.

"Stop." I effortlessly shove him off and he stumbles backwards, then gives me that why-don't-you-love-me-anymore look.

"I love you." He wraps an arm around my shoulder.

"That's nice."

"Try some." He hands me a glass filled with a clear liquid.

Water!

How many times can you be wrong in one day?

I take a sip of it only to feel the liquid leave a burning sensation as it goes down my throat. My head tells me I shouldn't but every bit of me wants more.

The next few hours were a cloudy memory...

                                 ~*~

I wake up in a room. My room.

"Niall..." I groan as a killer headache kicks in.

"Oh. You're up." He peeks in the door.

"Not so good, huh?" His eyes are filled with sympathy as he sits on my bed.

"My head hurts." I agree. I'm acting like a total baby but the way I'm feeling, I want to be treated like one.

"I know, baby." He gently rubs my forehead with his thumb.

"Why doesn't yours?" I ask, noticing that he's totally oblivious to any signs of being hungover.

"I drank a few glasses of water before falling asleep."

"Oh."

My eyes travel to his body and I notice he's only in his boxers.

"Checking out the goods, babe?" He winks.

"Shut up." I groan.

I peek under my covers to see that the blanket is literally the only thing covering me.

"Uh... Niall? We didn't um... You know...?" I nervously stutter.

"No. You tried though and I had to act like you to get rid of you. Now I know how it feels." He complains, making me sigh in relief at his first statement.

"What time is it?"

"Like, 2 pm..."

"Niall?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I get some clothes?"

He smirks and walks over to my closet and grabs my Eeyore onesie.

"I seriously can't believe you have this." He mumbles as I slip it on under my sheets.

"Will you cuddle with me?" I sheepishly ask.

The question turns his sympathetic eyes to calm and happy ones.

"Of course."

He slips under the covers and pulls me closer.

"I love you. You know that don't you?"

"Yeah. I love you you too."

"I'm an idiot. How did I end up with a princess like you?"

"You may be an idiot, that's for sure. But you're my idiot."

"Did you know you were my favorite when the band started? Even before I knew you?" I continue.

"No. Why was I your favorite?"

"I liked that you were different. Just getting to know you, all the other boys looked the same as Liam to me. They were all brunette and all acted just as shy as one another. But then there was this little blonde headed, cocky, Irish boy who came along with that little sparkle in his eyes."

A/N
So... This was a really short chapter, I know. But I really wanted to get this little bit out and the next chapter is completely different so I couldn't combine the both of them. Anywho! There's only one day left of break and then we go back to only updating on weekends...