FREYA'S POV-

My eyes opened groggily.

First thing I noticed, I was held by someone. Second thing I noticed, I was in a room which I didn't recognize. Third thing I noticed, I had a pretty bad headache.

What the hell.

I sat up in bed but was forcefully laid down again, so I turned to my left to see who was caging me in.

I was faced with the very beautiful, very handsome Niall Horan.

I don't know why, or why, but my first instinct was to scream.

So I did.

I screamed bloody murder while sitting up. At this, Niall opened his red eyes, screamed along with horror written on his face, and he fell off the bed. "What the hell? What is it?!" He shouted.

I couldn't speak, couldn't move, so I just stared at him. He was naked.

Not that naked naked, he had white boxers on.

But still.

He came back to bed while rubbing his left eye, and grinned.

"You're naked." I mumbled lowly.

"Looks like we had a great night yesterday, baby." He grinned.

"Wha-" I was horrified.

I was naked too, just with the underwear on. Instinctively, I wrapped the sheets around myself and looked down while sighing.

For a good solid minute, we didn't say anything to each other, we just stared at each other's eyes. His were filled with feelings. Good ones.

"I'm going to take a shower." He said amusingly and stood up, giving me a full view of his growing length. My cheeks heated up at the sight.

But he mumbled something else while walking away and I heard that.

"Preferably a cold one."

Hell. My whole face was on fire. After some minutes, I searched for my bra but couldn't find it. That's when I remembered, that the dress came with a built-in bra, so I stopped searching. Instead, I put on Niall's shirt which was laying on the chair beside my side of the bed.

My side of the bed.

It sounded very lovely to say. I was smiling at the thought that finally we were going to be okay. But then I was reminded of the killer headache, so I groaned.

I laid down again on the bed and just stared at the wall, revising the last night's events. I just remember that we came here and kissed. How come I don't remember what happened after that?

Holy Moly.

I'm sure we didn't do the dirty. But was it close to the dirty?

Several minutes later, Niall came out of the en-suite, with beads of water on his body, some trailing down. His hair were wet but his eyes were still a bit red. He wore grey boxers this time, and God his ass is perfect.

He smirked at me gawking at his body. "Checking me out?"

I looked away. "Why would I check you out?"

"I don't know?" He chuckled. "Maybe you find me attractive? Sexy? Oh, you find me hot. Don't you?"

"Whatever floats your boat." I said as he walked towards me.

"You." He lowered to my level and smiled slightly.

"Huh?" What?

"You float my boat." He said and leaned closer until he was a few inches away. "God, Frey. The things you do to me, I swear."

I blushed.

I waited for him to attack me with his lips but I didn't feel any lips as I felt coldness. He was up and grinned at me; sensing my reaction to his almost-kiss.

I whined slightly and walked hot on his heels.

"What? You're not gonna take a shower, eh?" He mocked.

"With you? No thanks."

"I already had one. Who said that?" He smirked slyly.

"Shut up. I'm hungry." I growled. "I feel a major headache."

He handed me two tablets of Aspirin and I frowned. "What?"
He said.

"One is enough for me, you big head." I said and handed him one back. I gulped it down with water and complained about it being so bitter, because it accidentally touched my throat. "Ew! Ugh! It's really bitter!"

"It's not that really..." Niall eyes me.

"Yeah? It touched my throat!" I gagged again and gulped down more water.

He walked up to me and touched my neck. "Do you feel any sweeter?"

That's a pun, right?

"What?" I squeaked.

"You know, I touched your neck to make your throat feel sweet." He smiled a one sided smile.

"You're so cheesy." I rolled my eyes.

"Cheesy for you, only." He winked and I swear I saw a hint of love and amusement in his eyes.

I shook my head an laughed.

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"Mmm... You're a good cook!" I moaned at the taste of delicious pancakes Niall made for the two of us. I took another bit and moaned again. It was just so delicious.

Or maybe I was so damn hungry?

"I can make you moan louder than those pancakes." He said, stopping his laugh.

But I laughed. "That's so darn cheesy! Was it one of the worst pick up lines?"

He let go of his laugh. His contagious laugh surrounded us and I felt more at ease. "Pick up lines? I've got some!"

"Really? Let's see what is it." I said.

"Oh, before I continue... Its a bit, out there... So you know." He eyed me warily.

"S'cool." I crossed my hands and put them on the table.

"There's a sale in my bedroom right now. Clothes are all hundred percent off." He said.

"Oh my god! That's..." I laughed out loud. "So cliché."

"Roses are red, pickles are green. I like your legs, what's in between?" He winked at this one.

"What the fuck." I wheezed.

"My love for you is like diarrhea. I can't hold it in..." And then he laughed out loud. "This one is so stupid!" He said himself. I laughed along, clapping like a retarded seal.

After it, we shared loads of cheesy pick up lines until we finished eating pancakes, cleaned the table and dishes and headed for the living room.

He turned the screen of the TV on and we sat on same couch, as if nothing had happened. At the perfect moment, Disney Frozen was playing and we were on the part when Queen Elsa has a coronation day.

"Yes! Don't change the channel, I love this movie!" I gushed.

"Haven't you watched it like, a billion times?" He frowned.

"So? It's still fun to watch! The concept is amazing... You don't need a man to save you." I quoted.

"Yeah, but you need a man to reproduce." Niall retorted.

"You can get syringes for that. Reproduction is not the most important thing." I smiled smugly.

"Whatever. Let's watch this." He smiled politely at me so I decided not to bother anymore.

Fifteen minutes into the movie, he looked at me, no smile on his and an expression which meant two things.

One, he was admiring my face.

Two, he was thinking something.

To which, I responded with a small smile, and he smiled back. Okay, so he was not thinking.

"What?" I chuckled, finding his staring queasy.

He smiled again, "Nothing."

"You're looking at me with, I don't know, admiration?" Words left my mouth before I could stop and blushed.

"That's because I am."

I blushed and then I sighed. "What happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" Anticipation crossed his face.

I shook my head. "Just when we stumbled into the room..."

He laughed out loud. "You're cute when you blush." He shook his head before telling me, "We just cuddled. Nothing more."

Then, I sighed in content. He continued to look at me the way he was before. "You can... You can stop admiring me now." I said.

He shook his head and took a long breath in. "Did you really... Do that?"

The movie was long forgotten and we were just staring at each other and chatting.

"Do what?" I replied obviously.

"You kissed Zac." He said, his voice sad.

I chocked on my spit. "Oh!" I cleared my throat. "I... Uh... Yeah."

He looked taken aback and hurt flashed in his eyes for a moment. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "It doesn't matter. We were drunk."

"Fine. Stay away from him, by the way."

"Excuse me?" I frowned. He's not my boyfriend to tell me to stay away from some one.

"You heard me." He examined my face and immediately, he sighed, apologetically. "I just... I don't want any one to come between us, now."

"He's not! Why are you so dead ready on pounding on someone who even touches me?" I was frustrated already, so I didn't care about the tone of my voice which was getting louder.

"Come on, are we really going to argue about something so minute?" He looked away, towards the screen which was playing Frozen.

"No! Look at me!" I said and turned his head to face me. "Why did you even put so much effort if you still think I'll bitch around anyway? Huh? I know why you brought me to the Brits even though you could bring a model! You're trying to prove, alright. I get that. But you have to trust me too!"

"Please. Let's not argue about it right now." He said, peering down at his hands in his lap. We were closer to each other.

"Then when? When is the right time to argue? Do you want us to just jump into it and forget about the drama going on? That's fucked up!" I shouted, loud enough not to blow his ears away. "We are. We are fucked up."

"I know." He looked down still and picked out the threads in his shorts. "I knew it'd be a wrong move to want to start over, anyway..."

Oh god, he's shutting out again.

"Oh, no no no. No. You're not... We're not... That's-"

"Yeah. I think what happened, what was finished between us should remain that way, you know? You wouldn't feel bad whenever someone talks to the one you're crazy for." He mumbled, not meeting my eyes.

"What??"

"Yeah. You heard me right. I'm crazy for you, Frey. I guess I confessed everything last night."

"I- I know. I'm just so confused as to why you don't want me to talk to Zac. First you told me to stay away from Daniel, now-"

"He's still around, isn't he?" He smiled menacingly and shook his head. "He's still rooting for you. God. What a pussy."

"Niall he's my friend! I lost a-"

"No you don't understand... We had a talk the other day." He spoke. "He told me how pathetic I was to be moping over you. While he's the one who can't get it through his thick skull. You remember Kiarra, right?"

"Yeah. Of course I do." I rolled my eyes, eager to know the truth.

"They're related. By blood." He chuckled dryly.

"What?!" I squeaked.

"Yeah. They planned it all out. But being the pussy Daniel is, he got hots for you during the plan."

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A/N: Hey hey hey! <3

Let the story in a story begin! Wanna see what Niall had to say about this? Tune in for the next chapter :D

Also, my phone's screen is broken all of a sudden so it took me this long to update... So I don't know when I'll be uploading the next chapter so be patient :)

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-F. xx