Memories

Chapter 31

*Niall's POV*

I had no idea where Stephanie could have gone. It was already late, I sent her about twenty messages and called her a bunch of times. I was now sitting on the couch for hours, hoping she'll come.

I finally heard the door open, "Stephanie!" I exclaimed, jumping off the couch and hugging her.

"Shit! You scared me," she slurred.

I can smell the alcohol on her.

She pushed me off, her eyes were dark. She patted her shirt down and smoothed her hair down. She looked a mess.

"Where were you?!" I asked approaching her.

She laughed, "I was just getting a drink!" She fumbled for her bag and started walking up the stairs.

"Why did you leave like that?" I followed behind her and into her room.

"Don't act like you don't know," she stated plopping on her bed and kicking off her shoes making it his the top of the dresser, knocking a few stuff down.

I shook my head, "Actually I don't know," I told her, closing the door behind me.

She raised her arms up in the air and dropped them to her sides roughy, "You were talking shit about me when you came back home with that girl last night!" She yelled.

I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to remember the events that had happened last night. I remember nothing, "I have NO clue what you're talking about Steph!?"

She chuckled and stood in front of me, "You called me a bitch."

I was so confused, "Steph, what are-"

She pushed her finger on my chest harshly, "YOU called me a bitch while I was here worrying on how you were coming back home."

I moved her hand away from me, "I was obviously drunk!"

Even when I'm not with her getting drunk, we still end up with drama. When I was drunk, I would never be the calm drunk. That was always my problem, the boys would say it all the time to me. I would just brush it off and not talk about it, but seeing Stephanie upset brought me back to reality.

She laughed, "It's crazy, cause the truth usually comes out when you're drunk." She sat down on her bed and wiped her eyes, "See, now you're making me mess up my makeup."

I sat down next to her, "What kind of truth?"

She looked up at me, her eyes were watery, "What do you mean what kind of truth?"

I sighed and sat down next to her, "Sad truth, exciting truth, things that we shouldn't be saying kind of truth?" I wiped a tear that was on her cheek, she turned to face away from me. I sighed loudly.

She laid down and got under the sheets instead, "Can we just drop this Niall, I don't wan't to talk about it anymore," she sniffled.

"Fine... but I'm sorry for what I did, I didn't mean it," I told her.

I got no response.

I stood off the bed and headed out her room door. I always seem to upset her, and it just pissed me off.

*A/N: After posting this maybe I can hit 700 reads! No. Oh... okay.*