A/N: The original version of this story was taken down because I used real people (Louis and Harry) so I've changed the names a bit (Louis=Hughie Harry=Barry Liam=Ian Zayn=Wayne Niall=Kyle) to make them fictional. :/ Bear with me please. The original w/o the name changes is on my Tumblr if you wanna check it out!
Ian's P.O.V.
"My head is pounding." A girl mumbles as she walks past me, waking me up. I pry open my eyes and yawn a bit. I had spent the night on a plush couch having crashed towards the end of the party. I feel something rubbing against my leg and look up to see Kyle snuggled up to me from behind. He had gotten totally smashed last night, as he usually did when alcohol was involved, and passed out next to me some time, during the night. No way is he going to be happy when I wake him up. I slowly move away from him and stand up from the couch. I glance around the room, surveying the damage. A few people were scattered around the room sleeping, but most of the partiers had left the night before. I maneuver around the snoozers and make my way to the kitchen. Voices reach out to me before I step into the room. "Ian!" John shouts as I enter the wide kitchen. Moans of displeasure fill the air from the groggy group gathered around the center island. "Please no more yelling." One girl says as she covers her ears with her hands. I recognized the voice as the girl who had the 'pounding head.' Mornings like these made me thankful that I only had one kidney. It kept me from drinking which saved me from those awful hangovers.
"Ignore them. How'd you sleep?" John asks cheerfully after embracing me in a warm hug. How did he never have a hangover? "Great, would've been better if I didn't have Kyle's elbows stabbing me in the back all night." I say and rub my back through my thin white t-shirt. "I'm glad you brought the lad. He was quite a lot of fun," John smiles. "I'm sure he enjoyed it. The little Irishman can never skip out on a good party." I say. "Speaking of Kyle, here's the little devil himself." John says as Kyle slumps into the room from behind me. "Eerrrmmm…" Kyle mumbles and squints at us, the light coming through the windows hurting his eyes. "Morning sleepyhead, about ready to go?" I ask as I pat him on the back. "Sure…" He groans moving his hands up to his head. "Can I have some coffee first?" I glance at my watch, we have time. "Sure bud. Take some Tylenol too." I say squeezing his shoulder. John gives him a cup of coffee and he sits down at the island.
"Leavin' already?" John asks me, sitting down on the counter top behind him and takes a sip of his own coffee. "Yeah, gotta be back and rested before recording tomorrow morning." I say knowing he'll understand. "Ah, work. One thing I don't miss. How's rock star life anyways? Enjoying that?" John questions. Ever since he inherited his grandfather's fortune he hasn't worked a day in his party animal life. "It's amazing actually for being so busy all the time. The only thing I don't absolutely love is how much privacy I don't have anymore. Seems like everywhere I go there is at least one person who recognizes me and before I know it, I'm surrounded by a group of thirty, and growing, screaming girls, all wanting me to sign this, say that, hug me, kiss her. So much attention." I rant to John who just shakes his head in response. "Same here mate." Kyle says before taking some Tylenol pills. I never even saw him get up to get them. "It makes it impossible for all of us to go out as a band. We'll get mobbed and chased down four blocks of London before we even get to our restaurant. Sometimes I just want to be treated like a regular teenage boy." I say raising my hands up in defeat knowing it will never happen. How could it? All of England knows my face.
"I'm ready." Kyle pronounces as he gets up to set his coffee cup by the sink. "Okay, let me grab my stuff then we can go." I say. "I'll walk you out." John says jumping off the counter he had been perched on. The still hung over posse mumbles their good byes and good lucks in my perfect rock star life. I didn't realize how my complaints must have sounded to them. Probably pretty stupid and lame. I should be thankful for what I've been given. Way to make yourself look like a straight up prick, Ian. Before I can apologize to them, John walks past me to lead me out and Kyle is pushing me to the door. Probably wants to pass out in the car until his headache clears up." It was nice meeting you, Kyle." John says looking at Kyle while handing us our jackets and I reach into the pocket of mine to get out my keys. "It was a sick party. I had a lot of fun." Kyle says. "Come back soon, ok? Parties won't be the same without you." John says putting his hand out to Kyle, which Kyle accepts, and John pulls him in for a bro hug. "Any time." Kyle says as they pull away. "See ya later, mate." John says and pats Kyle on the shoulder. I give Kyle my keys and he goes out the door to my car.
"I'm glad you came, Ian. It had been too long." John turns to me. "I agree. Felt like old times except we didn't have to sneak out to go to this one." I smile remembering how much trouble we would get in for going to parties that our parents had already said no to. "I miss those days." He says and I can see he's reminiscing too. "I'm glad you invited me." I say breaking into both of our thoughts. "Me too. I was surprised you could take time out of your busy schedule to visit regular ole me." He says jokingly and hits me on the arm. "Of course! Anything for Scrawny Johnny." I say cracking up as he blushes at his old nickname from primary school. "Like you can talk, Plain Payne." He says laughing at what I'm sure is a comical expression on my face. I had gotten the title being the least daring of our group of friends growing up. "Whatever." I say pretending to be mad but John's look makes me burst out laughing again. After a while I pull him in for a real hug, knowing I will really miss my old friend. "Keep in touch and come back for the next one, yeah?" John asks as I'm walking out the door. "Of course! And I'll try!" I yell at him as I walk backwards across the driveway. "Bye Ian!" He yells and waves from the doorway. "Bye John!" I yell back before ducking into the front seat of my car. Kyle had already started the engine and was asleep in the backseat. I put the car into gear, pull out of the drive, and prepare myself for the car ride back to London.
To be continued...