Jessica's POV
It's a rainy Saturday night, my day off since its the weekend, and i'm sitting on my couch watching movies on Netflix. Beside me, my corgi, Max, is sleeping peacefully with its ears twitching slightly from the noise on the television. I can't help but rub his head, and scratch behind his ears. He nuzzles his head against my hand and licks his lips in appreciation.
A smile grows on my face, and I turn back to the movie. I'm watching Clueless and the part thats on right now is when Ty is burning some things she treasured in the fireplace at Cher's place. This is my favorite movie because Cher's personality is really funny.
Despite the TV making noise, the rain outside is knocking against my window loudly. I can feel Max look at the window with the most adorable confused and scared face. Then suddenly he climbs into my lap, and spreads out on it. I groan in mock frustration, and scratch his favorite spot. His back.
This is what I do on Saturday nights when its horrible outside. Or I don't have anything to do. I sit in front of my television, watch some Netflix, and cuddle up with my cuddle buddy, Max.
I reach over for my Bud Light Straw-Ber-Rita in a can, and take a sip. This is my second one tonight, and if I keep drinking these I think i'll drink the whole case. But I can't stop myself. Ever since I slapped Niall yesterday, I can't help but want to drink my sorrows away. Which is unlikely of me since i've never been in this kind of relationship nor have I fallen in love with some one. It was usually just a few crushes here and there.
I stare absentmindedly at the TV as i'm thinking these thoughts. A chill gingerly runs through me as I think of Niall. No matter how much I want to forget him, I can't help but get that strange, annoying feeling. The feeling of love. Right now it feels incurable.
The loud ringing of my doorbell rings through out my small apartment. Max raises his head up quickly, and barks. I pet his head and whisper soothing words as I set him back on the couch. Wrapping my throw around me tighter, I walk towards the front door. The rain sounds likes its turnng into a hurricane. Who wants to come out here when the weather is this horrible? Probably a crazy person.
I peek through the peep hole, and familiar bleach blonde hair appears in my sight. I blink in surprise and furrow my eyebrows deeply. Niall is standing on the other side of my door with a dark blue hoodie on. He's looking around patiently as I stare out the door in shock. What is he doing here? He obviously has a reason of why he's here in this kind of weather.
Finally, I get myself together and open the door. His pale, slightly red, face appears before my eyes. The once bright blue eyes has turn into a dull blue color. Looking almost gray. I can't help but travel my eyes to his right cheek where I slapped him. It wasn't as red as it was yesterday, but it was still prominent to the public.
"Hey. Can I come in?" He digs his hands deep in his pockets, and shuffles his Nike clad feet together. I nod my head immediately, and gesture for him to come in. Once he steps inside, I realize he's completely drenched.
With hospitality, I reach a hand out. "Here, I'll take your hoodie. I'll stick it in the dryer." He gives me a nod in agreement, and takes off his hoodie. He hands it too me, and I take it with a shy smile. Underneath the soaked hoodie, he's wearing a white short sleeved shirt with black sleeves and a right black breast pocket thats a little damp.
