DEAR READERS: THIS IS A ONE-SHOT. SORRY IF IT'S SHORT AND CRAP, IT WAS REALLY RUSHED. CH.3 WILL BE MUCH BETTER. PROMISE. 3

Disclaimer: All of the characters in this story are fictional (except Aiden) and this story is not based on real life happenings.

(If I owned Aiden I would not be alone in my room right now.)

Strange muffled noises woke me up from my uncomfortable sleep. I managed to open my heavy lids and lay there staring at the ceiling, really confused. Wondering what it was. I thought it was a dog or something… But we didn't have a dog. With a huge amount of effort and physical pain, I lay up on my elbows and looked around. I was on an unfamiliar couch, a really modern, hard leather one. There must've been a lump in the mattress because there was something poking my back. I spotted Chrissie after a while, I only noticed the flowers on her dress, and I must've taken out my contacts that night or something. Then the noise came back, for one -really loud- abrupt second. And then I almost screamed when something moved under me. I heard coughing and groaning then. I looked down and saw a man's figure asleep, I couldn't make out the face but the clothes looked familiar… Oh well. At least we were clothed.

I went to go back asleep; it was still pretty dark out. I put my head down when something -must've been the guys leg- moved and my body slid right off the couch. I hit my head with a thump on the hardwood floor.

"OWW!" I whispered/shouted

The snoring stopped again and a frantic voice said something like…

"What the..?"

I looked up to find a really gorgeous, yet rough, looking guy sitting on the couch. His eyes were half closed and his hair was a dishevelled mess. He rubbed the back of his head and looked down. He laughed so loud I had to jump up and cover his mouth with my hand.

"Shut the hell up! I don't know who you are but…"

The searing pain went straight to my head as I stood. I dropped straight down, headed for the floor again, but the mystery guy's arms caught me in time.

"Whoa there Iris… You'd want to slow down, you were buckled last night!"

"Eh how do you…"

Shock hit me as I recognised his voice. I instantly blushed at the fact that I has slept ON him. I looked away as I started to laugh.

"Aiden? Err…"

"What… What?"

He began to look around and smile as I giggled.

"The head on you!" I laughed harder and stopped instantly because I was loud, I hated my laugh and my head began to throb.

"Shut up! You can't say much! Look at the state of you! And that laugh is ador…"

He looked away. With a kind of hurt expression on his face. What happened there?

"Eh can I ask…"

"Nothing went on last night." he smiled but looked, regretful?

"Well I guessed that, we have our clothes on."

"We just got pissed and came back to Niall's place. It was a great night I must say, my head is banging though." I was very confused then. Who's Harry?

"Niall? Erm, Niall who?"

"Niall… From One Direction? The Irish one? There in the corner, with Chrissie sprawled on top of him."

"He's a kid! What's he doing with… Oh right, Erm… One Direction. From…. Factor right?"

"Wow, you really are hung-over!" He laughed quietly.

"It's not the hangover; I just never got interested in…"

"Wait, so you never watched it? How did you know me?"

"Erm I have an obsessed friend."

"Is it that Jenny one? She was glaring at us, all night! Bet she's well jealous!"

"Of what?"

"Err, you don't remember a thing? Well err… you see we…"

Someone groaned then, and I turned to see Chrissie jump up and stumble into the spotless white bathroom, another member of One Direction -Harry I think- was snuggled in the empty bath. Chrissie puked into the toilet, and then lay on her side in a ball alongside it. I got up, with Aiden's help and went over to her. He came in with a glass of water. She puked some more as I held her hair back. I looked up at him to find he was looking away. With a horrified expression.

"Do I look that bad? Or is your little tummy sensitive?"

"Har har. Yes, I do not like vomit very much."

"Well lucky for Chrissie here I was sick with... Oh…um, just go back inside."

Chrissie got up and I lay her on the couch with a blanket over her.

Aiden was looking at me the whole time. It made me paranoid, but I kind of liked it.

His phone rang then, and he answered with a sigh. It was a very short and quiet conversation. It must have been the management company. He hung up and walked over. He rubbed the tops of my arms.

"Uh listen Iris; I have to go for a while. A gig has come up in a place about an hour away so I have to see the setup. If you want, I'll err… Give you my number and we'll meet back in town for lunch yeah?"

"Oh well, yeah, okay. I'll see you later then."

He gave me a one-armed hug and gave me his number. I was confused as to why he trusted me with it, and that made my head hurt.

I found an empty bed in one of the rooms. It was untouched. We were obviously too drunk to care about it. I lay down on one of the many pillows and dozed off.

I need to know the full story; it won't be simple to get off him in public either. God, I hope I didn't make a gobshite of myself.

**Author's note: If there's any hesitation on some Irish terms/s;ang please let me know and I'll translate. xD**