Trinity's POV

There was this pounding in my head, like someone beating to get in. I moaned and opened my eyes, and saw sunlight streaming in through the window. It hurt my head just to look at it. I closed my eyes again and tried to move my head, but it was too heavy. I heard someone moving down on the floor next to the bed I was laying in. I didn't remember how I got into this room, and it wasn't my house. It was Spencer's, my best friend, and he was sleeping next to me on the bed. I think we were all too tired to care who was in the bed when we fell on it.

I opened my eyes one more time, trying to be able to stand the light, and if I squinted, I could handle it. I tried to sit up, but it was like my arms had no muscles whatsoever. "Help," I mumbled, hoping Spencer was awake and could hear me. No such luck. With all my might, I tried to sit up so I could get off the bed, but all I managed to do was roll off it and I landed onto the person sleeping on the floor next to me. He let out a loud grunt of pain as I made impact, and I was doing my best to mumble apologies when I heard Spencer yell, "What the fuck was that?!" He was not happy.

"It was me," I slurred. "I landed on this person here accidentally, trying to get out of bed."

"Well, you got out," the person muttered, pissed off.

"I am so sorry," I said, trying to focus in on his face. I had seen him last night, he was one of Spencer's friends, but I couldn't remember his name.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Just get the fuck off me," and went back to sleep.

I crawled off of him and managed to stand up. I noticed Spencer fell back asleep also. He probably hadn't even cared to listen to who made the noise. I made my way towards the bedroom door and to the kitchen. I took in my surroundings, and I noticed someone had passed out on the stairs, and someone else was sleeping on the island in the kitchen. How nice, I thought. I needed to make coffee, but the coffee maker was on the island, so I slid her off into my arms and carried her wedding style to the couch. I placed her down gently, and she didn't even stir once. I went back into the kitchen and started to make coffee when Spencer walked in.

"I thought you went back to sleep," I said.

"I tried, but I failed," he said. "I need water or something."

"I'm making coffee," I said, smiling.

"Nah, nigga, that shit's the worst for a hangover. Can you get me an Ibuprofen and some water?"

I rolled my eyes. "Sure. Where's your Ibuprofen?"

He pointed over to near the stove. "The drawer on the right." He sat on a bar stool and held his head in his hands.

I walked over to the drawer and spotted the Ibuprofen in it, so I took out two and gave them to him. I took out two for me also and got us glasses of water. We gulped them down and prayed they would kick in soon. My skull was throbbing, and I was sure his was the same.

"You want some food?" I asked him, and he nodded. I went over to the fridge and pulled out the leftover pizza from last night. There were three full boxes left, which I didn't understand.

"How much fucking pizza did you order last night?" I asked. "There's three whole ones left!"

He laughed. "I don't remember, Trinity. I was drunk and high as fuck. Who knows what the hell I ordered."

I laughed and put the boxes on the island. They weren't marked which kind they were, which was annoying, so I opened all three of them.

"Okay, we have pepperoni, pepperoni with sausage, and then one with a shit load of toppings on it."

He cracked up. "It's called supreme, Trinity," he said like a smart ass.

"Same difference," I replied, laughing also. "Which do you want?"

"I don't care," he said, yawning.

I slid him the box full of supreme pizza, and he grinned at me. I returned it and started munching on a piece with sausage and pepperoni. The coffee maker beeped to announce it was finished, and the smell of coffee started to rouse some people. One by one, they came in to get a cup, and after ten minutes, the once full pot was empty. Spencer said coffee wasn't good for hangovers, but I guess they didn't know that. I'd hate to be in their head all day.

"You wanna go do something today?" Spencer asked me after he had swallowed.

"Like what?" I asked.

"We could go over to Chaianne's."

"Yeah, that sounds fun."

Chaianne was our best friend. She helped us with everything, even if she didn't agree with our lifestyle choices. She would hang out with us whenever we asked, unless she was busy working, and even then we went to see her at work. We didn't bother her, we just stared at her from afar and made funny faces at her, making her laugh. It made her day a little more interesting. I texted her and asked if she was busy, and she said no, so I asked if we could come over.

Sure :) you guys wanna do movies and popcorn?

I asked Spencer. "Fuck yeah," he said, and he managed to keep a straight face while saying it. I smiled and rolled my eyes, then replied to Chaianne, saying that sounded great.

Has Spencer seen Perks yet?

I wasn't sure if Spencer had seen The Perks of Being a Wallflower yet. "Hey, Ed, have you seen Perks yet?"

"No."

No he hasn't, I replied. I hadn't watched that movie in a while. The last time I saw it was a few weeks before I moved out of my parent's house. I moved in with my bestie Mallory, and it was the best decision I ever made.

Chaianne asked when we wanted to come over. "When do we want to go over to her house, Ed?"

He stopped chewing his bite of pizza and thought a moment. He finished chewing and swallowed, then said, "What time is it?"

I looked at my phone. "It's one in the afternoon."

"That's a record," he said, laughing.

"Of what?" I asked, laughing. "The earliest we've gotten up after getting wasted?"

"Exactly," he said, laughing even harder. "Tell her we'll be there around two."

"Will do," I said, then told Chaianne when we would be there. She said okay, and Spencer and I finished our pizza while more and more people started to wake up and leave. The guy I fell on came out of Spencer's room a few minutes later, and when he saw we were eating, he joined in.

"I really am sorry I fell on you," I told him. "I was trying to sit up, but my arms wouldn't work."

He laughed. "It's okay. I don't know a person that can function very well when they first wake up, especially with a hangover."

I smiled. "Thanks for understanding."

He nodded, and walked off with his piece of pepperoni.

I shook my head. "I can't believe I fell on him," I said when he was out of earshot.

Spencer was grinning like a dork. "Ees okay, Napoleon. He knows you didn't mean it."

"Doesn't make me feel like less of an idiot," I said, laughing.

"Well, you can be an idiot," Spencer said, smiling.

"You," I said, pointing at him, "have absolutely no room to talk, mister."

"I know," he said, chomping into his pizza.

I rolled my eyes, finished my pizza, and then I noticed all I had on was a tank top and panties. My face turned red, and Spencer noticed me looking at my bare legs, and then he saw my face.

"Oh, come on, Trinity. It's not like everyone here hasn't seen you without any pants," he said, laughing really hard.

I faked a glare at him. "But you like it," I said playfully.

"Yep," he said, laughing even harder.

I pushed his forehead back, and then went in search of my jeans. I found them next to Spencer's bed. I think the guy I fell on was using them as a pillow. I put them on and went to look for my jacket I brought with me last night. I found it next to the couch in the living room and slung it over my shoulder. "Are you almost done, Spencer?" I hollered at him from the living room.

"I have to find my shirt," he yelled from the kitchen.

"Maybe you should stop eating and look for it."

"Will you find it?"

"Why don't I just get you a new one from your closet?"

"Even better. Thank you!"

I got him his shirt that he got from musical he was in freshman year. It had something to do with Dr. Seuss, but I didn't really care. It was the first shirt I saw. I went back to the kitchen and threw it at him. "Come on, bud, you gotta get ready," I said.

"Okay, okay, Jesus," he said. He finished his pizza and put his shirt on. "You ready?"

I nodded, and he grabbed his keys to his truck. "Let's go."

As we were heading out the door, my phone vibrated in my back pocket. I took it out, and my eyes widened when I saw who my text was from.

“Prewett,” I said, stopping dead in my tracks. “Come here.”

“Trinity, I would like to get going,” he complained, slowly walking back to me. I showed him my phone. His jaw dropped. “You got his number? Score!”

“Apparently I did… but I don’t remember ever meeting him. How do you even know him? Why was he at your party?”

“All of One Direction was here,” he explained. “I tweeted them, asking for them to make an appearance and gave my address.”

“Oh,” I said, still confused.

“I saw you talking to him,” he said, smiling. “You were charming, being your drunk self and all.”

I could tell he was being sarcastic. That means I made a fool of myself in front of one of the most famous boys to ever exist, Niall Horan. Oh lord.

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