narry and “You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” AU omfg
A/N: Dedicated to niallslaugh of course, hope you like it love :)
The first thing Niall realizes when he wakes up is the terrible headache he has, blood rushing in his ears and his temples throbbing, he drank a lot last night. The second thing, after he almost passes out from sitting up, is the cat sitting on his thighs. Liam doesn’t have a cat. Neither does he have floral print couches or modern art hanging around his home.
“What the fuck,” Niall breathes and he can still taste last night’s scotch and soda on his tongue and the lipstick stained on his teeth from the girl he almost pulled.
“I was wondering when you’d wake up,” Someone that’s definitely not Liam says, “There’s water and Tylenol on the stand next behind you.”
He’s sitting at a kitchen table near the back corner of the room with a mug of what Niall is assuming is coffee and a plate of breakfast that’s making him nauseous.
Niall downs both the water and pills but he’s still really fucking confused, “You aren’t like a serial killer are you?”