‘last night was a haze for both of us and somehow we
woke up hungover in a bed that isn’t either of ours and also neither of us
recognise this apartment we should probably get out of here before someone
calls the cops on us’ au
I woke up with a pounding headache and my mouth was
so dry my tongue was sticking to the roof of my mouth. I’d had a number of
hangovers in my time, but this would rank up there with the time that I woke up
in the university library with no real understanding as to why I was there.
I realised after a couple of minutes this wasn’t my
bed - I woke up on the wrong side, and these sheets were definitely much softer
than mine. Oh god,
I’ve gone home with someone - it’s ok you’ve got this. Just get up, grab your
things, go outside and call a cab.
I readied my self and sat up, I was definitely not
wearing the dress I left home in last night, but football shorts and a t-shirt
which was at least two sizes too big. Oh god, now they’ll think I’ve stolen their clothes -
should I get changed?
No, get up and go. It was then, just after I swung my legs out of bed,
there was movement on the other side of the bed and I realised I wasn’t alone.
The body turned over and I saw a guy, about my age with blond hair and I could
tell he definitely wasn’t the owner of the clothes I was wearing.
“Oh hi, sorry I was just about to leave and get
out of your hair. Hopefully I didn’t leave too much of a mess?”
I was confused, he had an Irish accent and also
thought that this was my place. Which it definitely wasn’t.
“Um I was just about to leave too - is this not
your room? I assumed that this football outfit I’m wearing came from you?”
He chuckled, “Darlin’ if you were wearing a
football uniform of mine, it definitely wouldn’t be one from Chelsea”.
Now I was really confused. “So if this isn’t
your room, and it definitely isn’t my room them whose room is it?”
Now it was his turn to look puzzled, “What do
you mean this isn’t your room? Oh god where are we? I think we should go before
someone asks who we are.”
He was right - we needed to get out asap, so we
gathered up anything of our we could find, peeked out of the room, and
hightailed it down the hallway. We heard voices in a room off to the right, but
before they noticed us we were out and walking down the driveway.
“Wow that was an adventure, and definitely not
something that I’ve done before. I’m Niall by the way, I think I should have
introduced myself to the girl I woke up next to in a strangers house.”
I laughed, “I’m Y/N. Man I wonder whose house
that was, this outfit is hideous jesus, I wonder where I picked it up from last
He laughed, “Well I’ve definitely seen people
look worse after a night out, anyway do you wanna come back to mine? I actually
recognise this area and I make a fantastic full English brekkie, and we can try
to workout what happened last night?”
Could something good come out of what seemed like it
was going to be a hideous hangover? “Yeah that sounds great - first step,
lets have a look at the photos on out phones and work from there!”
Niall was right, his breakfasts were fantastic. The
conversation flowed and just because we couldn’t fully work out how we got to
the strangers house over one breakfast, didn’t mean we couldn’t continue the
conversation over dinner the next evening.