I thought the flashing paparazzi lights were bad the first time; but they were ten times worse drunk. I squeezed Niall’s hand as his bodyguard pushed people out of the way. We made it into the Cadillac unscathed, and the driver quickly pulled away. After my eyesight was finally clear of fuzzy dots, Niall got a drunken call from Harry and talked to him for the rest of the ride. I honestly had no idea what in the world they were talking about, but Niall hung up as soon as we reached the hotel.

We entered through the back and took the elevator up to the top floor, accompanied by another bodyguard. I was beginning to think these boys had more security than the Queen. He opened the door to Niall’s room for us and made sure it was closed tight once we entered…obviously because I would try to escape.

“I’m going to get us some drinks, yeah?” Niall called as he made his way to the kitchen. Well, I was already drunk as fuck so why not. I made my way into his bedroom and looked around. There were dirty clothes and empty beer bottles all over the place. It was obvious he didn’t allow a maid to come clean, though I had no fucking idea why. I would kill to have someone clean my apartment once a day. He was probably afraid a maid would find his stash of dirty magazines. I took my shoes off and placed them by the foot of the bed, which was the only clean spot on the floor. I grabbed behind my back to try and unzip my dress, but my fingers felt like they weighed three tons, and I was severely struggling. I began to hop up and down, trying to reach the zipper, but soon gave up after stubbing my toe on of the beer bottles.

Before I could think of an alternative, Niall entered the room holding two glasses. Without thinking I took a sip, expecting it to be vodka by its clear appearance, but was surprised to find out it was water. I downed the whole glass and licked my lips. Fuck alcohol for getting me so dehydrated. He chuckled at me while he took a few sips of his. He then grabbed both of our glasses and sat them on top of his dresser. He took off his blazer, adding it to the already present mess on the floor. I watched his back muscles through his button down and the sight sent a shiver down my spine. He was so hot and I was so drunk…only something good could come out of this.

While I drooled, he continued to undress by taking off his watch and shoes. I uncomfortably shifted the weight between my feet, not knowing what I was supposed to do. Normally I would just get naked, but this fucking dress had a zipper more complicated than the Da Vinci Code. He finally turned around, walking towards me and then wrapping his arms around my waist. He looked down at me with gorgeous blue eyes while I stared on with drunken awe.

“You really are beautiful, you know,” he murmured, pulling some hair off my face.

I shyly bowed my face but he lifted my chin back up so he could kiss me; a fiery, passionate kiss that made my knees weak. I grabbed his shoulders and deepened the kiss, loving how he made me feel. I didn’t even bother to resist when he started to unzip my dress – at least someone could get the damn thing off. I knew the ladylike thing to do would have been to break the kiss and ask him to take things slow, but I felt so happy I didn’t want to. All the times I’ve drunkenly hooked up with guys at parties; I felt like Niall was different. Different and ten times more attractive. I moved my hands down and slowly unbuttoned each button on his shirt, then proceeded to move my hands up his chiseled chest to knock it off his shoulders. He helped me as I wriggled out of my dress, and just when I thought we would move over to his bed he picked me up, gripped my ass, and threw me on top of the dresser.

My breath hitched as he moved his lips down to my neck and began to suck. Holy shit, this was not what I was expecting. I undid my bra while he was occupied, and let my boobs free from their lace cage. He continued to kiss down my body while I whimpered at the new feeling. His hands were touching every part of me as he made his way to my thong, which he tore clean off of me.

I gasped as he inserted two fingers into me, quickening his pace with each pulse. My hands moved to his jeans, and I desperately tried to undo them as I felt helpless under his touch. He kicked them off and I grabbed his length under his boxers, matching the pace of his fingers. Niall groaned into my boobs as we matched each other’s rhythms, then lifted his face to kiss me again. He removed his fingers to swat my hand away and then dropped his boxers. I put my hands on his shoulders in anticipation, and arched my back with pleasure as he forced himself into me. Each thrust was a new sensation, and I bucked my hips to match his. I gripped the edge of the dresser for support, but soon moved my hands to Niall’s back, digging into his flesh.

“Fuck, Char,” he breathed, lifting my body higher so he could go deeper. Every nerve in my body was at attention, and I shoved my face into his shoulder to muffle my moans. I felt the sweat escaping his body, and traced my tongue along his neck, tasting the saltiness with every inch.

He responded with a grunt. “I’m so close, babe.” He hastened his thrusts and I started to tingle. I couldn’t hold it any longer, and released with a loud “fuck!” He soon followed, and I felt him twitch inside of me. We caught our breath as he laid on top of me, my back horizontal with the cool wood of the dresser.

“That was amazing,” he sighed, getting up and helping me off the dresser.

“You’re amazing.” Smiling, I kissed his cheek and walked to the bathroom. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts. Did I really just have sex with an international superstar? What the fuck was I thinking? My head throbbing with self-inflicted questions, I took a quick pee and washed my hands and face. When I exited the bathroom, Niall was standing by the now open dresser, holding a t-shirt and boxers.

“Does this work as pajamas? I sleep in the nude.” I laughed – he was still drunk.

I grabbed the t-shirt. “This will do. Sleep tight, Ni.” His eyes widened as I threw the t-shirt over my head and pulled back the covers on his king-sized mattress. I had planned on teasing him a bit more in bed, but as soon as my head hit the pillow, I passed out. The last thing I remember was hearing Niall giggle as he got into bed next to me and laid his arm around my stomach.

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My eyes snapped open as I heard a car honk outside. Glancing at the clock, I groaned – 8 AM sharp. Typical hung-over me, to wake up two hours earlier than most. I turned my head to face Niall. His arm was still around my body, but instead of spooning me, his body was facing the other side of the bed. I slowly lifted his arm as to not wake him, and slipped out of the bed. My throat was so dry that it was burning and I walked over to the abandoned water glasses from last night, noticing that in light of what had happened, they had only added to the mess. Picking mine up, I wandered to the kitchen, noting how large the room really was. The kitchen had granite countertops and mahogany cabinets with a large island in the middle – it was nicer than my one at home. I saw the stainless steel refrigerator and paused my tour to quench my thirst. I grabbed a bottle of water and started searching the cabinets for some Aspirin.
As I was putting the pill bottle back, I heard a noise from behind the kitchen. Peeking my head around the corner, I saw there was a whole other bedroom in this suite, and the door to the bedroom was open. I maneuvered my head further and spotted the living room. There was a large flat screen TV and a sofa that could easily fit ten people. The floor squeaked from what sounded like the second bedroom, and a strange blonde exited in only a man’s button-down. I had no fucking clue who this girl was, but she sat on the couch and turned on the TV like she owned the place.

“What the fuck?” I said under my breath, but apparently it was a little too loud, because Blonde Betty cocked her head in my direction. I quickly moved my head so I was hidden behind the wall, and sneakily made my way back to Niall’s bedroom, closing the door softly behind me. I looked at the Irish lad sleeping on the bed – he was adorable. Unfortunately for him, I was not going to let him sleep a minute longer while some mystery slut was prancing around his hotel room.

“Niall!” I whisper-yelled, nudging his shoulder. He grunted but didn’t open his eyes.

“NIALL!” I yelled, this time smacking his bare ass.

“Mm, what?” he mumbled, opening his eyes. When he saw it was me, he smiled and flipped onto his back. “How are you doing this morning, Princess?” I inwardly smiled at his sweet remark, but was too taken aback by his current house guest to play along.

“Can you please explain to me why some strange blonde is sitting on your couch eating bonbons right now?”

He didn’t even bat an eyelash. “Harry probably brought her home.” What? The statement actually rendered me speechless, so Niall continued. “Harry rooms with me. Juvenile, I know, but our manager believes it will keep us out of trouble.” I looked at the empty side of the bed next to him. Of course, Harry and Niall probably bring girls back all the time…maybe even swap them half-way through.

Niall started to talk again so I snapped out of my thoughts. “Anyway, when he phoned me in the car last night, he was asking if he could bring someone home with him, and I figured since I brought you back, it was only fair that he could have some fun too.” And there it was. I was just some fun for the night. Why was I such an idiot? I huffed and began to walk away, but he caught my arm.

“What’s wrong?” He looked completely clueless, even though I felt like he had just blatantly insulted me.

“Oh, I don’t know Niall, maybe the fact that you basically just called me your whore for the night.” My eyes burned into his. Nobody called me, Charlotte Autumn Troy, future CEO of Apple, a whore.

“No, babe, I didn’t mean it like that!” He said. “I just meant that for Harry. I mean, he goes through so many women, I don’t even think he remembers half of their names. But I would never say that about you, Charlie! I’m sorry!” He pouted his lip and widened his eyes.

“Really, Niall, the fucking puppy dog look?” I smirked, and playfully slapped his cheek. He grinned and kissed my hand. This son of a bitch was lucky I was a forgiving person.

“Well since you woke me up so early, you want to grab breakfast?” I think his mind was a one-way track: food.

“Sounds great,” I replied, “as long as I get to pay. I do have my own way of living, you know.”

He smiled. “Actually I have no idea what you do besides school. So why don’t we get to know each other over French toast and extra-crispy bacon? Your treat.”

“It’s all I ask,” I sighed and giggled as he tickled my stomach. He sat up and moved his legs to the edge of the bed.

“Um, are you just going to wear your dress from last night?”Shit. I couldn’t go out in the dress I wore last night. What if there were still paparazzi waiting outside the hotel? And I sure as Hell couldn’t wear Niall’s clothes; they’d drown me and it’d be another hint of what we did last night. I bit my bottom lip as I thought about this situation.

“Don’t worry,” Niall interrupted my thoughts, “remember all those girls I said Harry gets with? They tend to have the same problem and the always-thoughtful Harry has a special drawer in his room filled with women’s clothing. He’s a saint, I know.” He laughed at his own joke. I wasn’t happy he compared me to Harry’s sluts again, but decided complaining wouldn’t get food in my stomach any faster.

I opened Niall’s door and tip-toed to the living room. Blondie was gone, but I could hear the shower in Harry’s room going. I crept into the open doorway and saw Harry sleeping soundlessly. I walked over to his bed and tapped his shoulder, “Harry, can I steal some of your clothes?”

He opened his eyes and a devilish grin creeped to his face. “Of course, love, once we take care of my morning wood.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of him. I slapped his cheek and pulled away. Only Harry Styles would try and have sex with another girl while the one he just slept with was in the shower.

“Fuck off, Styles,” I spat. I walked over to his dresser and had flashbacks of Niall’s and my night. My stomach startled to tingle. I shook it from my mind and started opening drawers. I finally found Harry’s stash of women’s clothes in the last drawer of his dresser. I grabbed a pink crop t-shirt and leggings and turned around towards Harry, who was enjoying the view of my bare ass as I bent over. Fuck, I forgot I had decided to go pant-less.

“You’re just making me harder, babe.” He licked his lips.

“Gag me, okay? Niall and I are grabbing breakfast; did you want me to bring you something back?” I decided being civil was the only way to end this conversation faster.

“Erm, yeah, just get me a bagel or something.” I nodded and started to leave his room. Fuck asking the bitch in the shower. I was not a catering service.

“I’ll just wank off while I await your return,” Harry chortled. I didn’t even give him the pleasure of a snide comeback. But, just to spite the bitch in the shower, I grabbed her flip-flops as I walked out the door. I couldn’t grab breakfast in heels now could, I?

I re-entered Niall’s bedroom still proud of my little stunt. He was in the bathroom, and I threw my new clothes on the bed. I picked up my bra from the floor, and threw away what was left of my thong. As soon as I was dressed Niall exited the bathroom.

“Beautiful, as always,” he said walking towards me arms wide. I allowed him to wrap his arms around my torso. “Huh, you smell like me!” he wondered out loud.

“Oh yeah, well I couldn’t just go out without deodorant on so…” Now I was embarrassed. He responded with a kiss on my cheek. He let go of me and walked over to the chair by the window and grabbed his wallet and phone. Taking my hand, he led me out the door. I picked up my purse from the kitchen counter – no idea how it got there – and followed Niall out of the hotel room.