Niall's New Year's Eve party. Probably one of the most fun nights of the year. You and Niall have been good friends for a few years now, and you've always gone to his New Year's Eve party, which is always held in some crazy hotel suite in some five-star apartment. This time, though, you drank a bit too much and ended up crashing here instead of returning to your place. You wake up in the morning, a killer headache growing as you open your eyes and sit up. You remember falling asleep on one of the couches downstairs, but now you're in a bed, seemingly even tucked in under the covers. You yawn and stretch before getting up, still in your dress from the night before. Your heels are neatly set at the foot of the bed, which you definitely wouldn't have done with how drunk you were last night. You pick up your heels, deciding to make your way downstairs. The suite is trashed, with empty bottles and cups everywhere, along with fallen decorations, balloons, confetti, and even some glitter. You quietly pad into the living room, where you find Niall in a t-shirt and jeans, a large garbage bag in his hand, as he picks up empty bottles with the other, throwing them away. When he hears you enter, he looks over, giving you a soft, sympathetic, warm smile.

"'Morning, sunshine. You had one hell of a night last night, yeah?"