The Tide {NH + ZM}

Chapter 15:

Abigail's perspective

It has been three weeks now since we went to the party with One Direction. I FaceTime Niall EVERY night! I can't wait to see him again! He is so amazing! He's funny, kind and so caring. He says goodnight to me every night, no one has EVER done that to me before, maybe apart from my Mum and Dad but that is DEFINITELY not the same. He said he is really busy at the moment with the album coming out in a couple of months and organising the next tour. I feel really bad for them sometimes; they are always so busy. I have talked to the other boys too, mostly Harry, Liam and Louis though. I'm not gonna lie, I'm still kinda pissed at Zayn for what he did to Azia. I don't even know what he did but he fucked her up enough for her to run off. She still hasn't told me what he did. I try to bring it up but she always changes the conversation. I get it. Her and Matteo have been getting closer though; I think they would be a cute couple but she always denies it. She says he's too nice for me and I don't want to ruin him. I nod along as a joke though. I think it's funny, she always used to say that about me.
Sometimes I get worried that she will never get over Will, she still talks about him. I have to knock it out of her head and change the conversation. She told me never to let her date him ever again, so I am just doing what I was told. It is the least I can do. But then I feel like she will never trust anyone ever again. I think Matteo would be perfect for her, just to show her that not everyone is a dick. She has been acting kind of slutty since the party. She has always been very social and like to be the centre of attention. However, she's been more than usual. She's been going to every single party, getting with every single guy. She was worse than ever before. She's hardly ever in her room, always at someone else's. She comes back either drunk or high, but she still attends lectures and does work. I don't know how she does it, she's pretty much always out. I wouldn't be surprised if she has had sex with someone to do it for her. Aidan said that Matteo has hardly been in since that night; wouldn't be surprised if they were fucking; I hope if they are they get together and he knocks some sense into her. When she's like this, there's nothing I can do. I thought she would be quiet, avoiding party's, avoiding boys, staying in our apartment. I'm not surprised, more concerned.
They past few weeks have been kinda boring apart from that, lecture after lecture just waiting for the time I get to see Niall again. Azia and I complain about uni all the time but I secretly love it, can't really say much for her. We are doing what we have wanted to do for years and tried so hard to get here. Mr Lewis always helped us with our dreams throughout secondary school. Whenever we were having a hard time we would go straight to him and he would help us out. He would tell us we would get to the place we wanted to get to. When I didn't get the grades I wanted in my GCSE's he told me to keep trying and get through school then become the photographer I wanted to be. A levels were hard for me but I never gave up and look where I am now. Mr Lewis was a huge help for both of us during secondary school and we don't know how we could ever repay him.
My phone started to ring and I realised it was a FaceTime from Niall. I jumped off the sofa and ran into my bedroom plonking myself onto my bed.
"Heyy, how was your dayyy?" It was time for our daily catch up.

Azia's perspective

Sex. Drinks. Drugs. I knew it was bad, I knew I shouldn't be doing it, but the emotions were too painful to bare. So I blocked them out. I did everything I could to make the pain stop. I was upset with Zayn, for making me choose then leaving me. I was upset with Matteo, for leaving me when I needed him the most. I was upset with myself, for letting all of this happen. Why was I so stupid? But what hurt me most was the look on Abi's face about three weeks after the party.

We fell into the flat, both drunk, both high. I couldn't hear voices so Abi must be out. His arms around my waist, he pulled me into him as our lips smashed together, like rabid animals. His hands went lower and lower until I pushed him off. I took his hand and pulled him towards my room. His hand roamed my body as we giggled and stumbled around the flat, as he pulled me into the kitchen. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. This was long awaited. He pushed me back against the counter and I junked up, sitting on the counter in front of him. My hands brushed through his dark brown hair, as his hands slipped under my top, pulling it over my head and chucked it aside, along with his own. My hands traced his toned figure. A moan escaped my lips, as he left wet kisses down my jaw then onto my neck. He went lower and lower, leaving marks everywhere, kissing every bit of my exposed body. I wrapped my legs around his middle as he picked me up with ease. He carried me onto the sofa, never breaking our kiss. I lay, exposed under him, as he removed the rest of his clothes. I slipped out of my skirt leaving me almost naked. He ripped open a condom and put it onto the table, ready for use. His eyes stared at me hungrily. We both wanted this, from the first day we met. His hands pressed into my thighs as he kissed down my stomach, eventually down to in between my legs. He looked up at me, with a smirk on his face and I nodded longingly.

His smirk was wiped off his face as Abi and Aidan came into the room.
"AZIA!"
"MATTEO!"
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" We yelled in unison. We quickly dressed and headed out into the corridor, where they were waiting. Matteo gave me a sheepish look and went into his apartment, followed by Aidan. I avoided eye contact with Abi, as we went back inside.
"What the fuck Az?"
"What?"
"What do you mean what, he's our best friend."
"Piss off, you keep saying how you would love us to get back together."
"Yeh, but that doesn't mean I want to walk in on you having sex. That's been happening way too much recently, Azia."
"Oh so now you're calling me a hoe!"
"Um, when did I say that. I'm just saying you're going off the rails a but. This is worse that last time and I'm worried about you."
"We'll worry about someone else, I'm fine."
"Well you're clearly not."
"Whatever, leave me alone." I stood up and turned away, not wanting to continue this conversation.
"Don't walk away from me!" Abi got up too grabbing my arm.

Abigail's perspective

"Don't fucking touch me!" Azia hissed, her eyes gleaming with menace. I immediately let go, scared. I knew all about her and her past life. She was broken and I was trying to fix her, but every time I get close, she shatters all over again. This was the first time that I'd seen her like this though. It was concerning. No. Scary. Frighting. I didn't like the fact that this was my best friend. This isn't her. She's drunk. She's high. She's broken beyond compare.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Just in case you are an international reader and don't know the British education system here is an explanation of each thing we mentioned.
Secondary school : year 7-11, ages 11-16
GCSE': exams you take at the end of year 11
A Levels: exams you take at the end of year 13. Azia and Abigail went to sixth form after GCSE's but there are also other options you can go into though.
Sixth form: year 12-13, ages 16-18