The Beat To My Drum - A Niall Horan Fanfic.

Chapter 4.- Blood Doesn't Mix Well With Tears.

Chapter 4.

Niall's P.O.V.

"May I ask what you're doing here?"

I knew that Alex definitely would not appreciate this..But honestly, why would Amber show up here after 5 months of not speaking to me, at One Directon's flat? Not like I wanted to have any contact to do with her in the first place, I just found it to be rather peculiar.

She was looking worse than ever. Bags under her eyes, and her clothing seemed to be stained of dirt, muck, and lord knows what else.

“I'm here to rat that cunt out. You don't know the real her. She's evil Niall, and she's only going to rip your heart out. She's a worthless piece of living flesh. Don't even get me started on her looks. Honestly, look at that face? What's so attractive about that? Get a fucking plastic surgeon.”

The stench of alcohol on her breath seemed to overpower the whole room. A bit young, eh? Not like that would've ever stopped her. And clearly, it hasn't..

“Hey, I believe it to my knowledge that you need to get out of here. None of us want you around us, or Alex. If you're here just to make her feel bad, it's clearly working.”

Lou glanced over to Alex who was cradled in my arms, her face so pale, obviously stained with a few tears. She was just as gorgeous when she cried.

“Alex has done absolutely nothing to you. Her and Niall deserve to be together. You are just a glimpse of the past. A memory that everyone wants to forget about. Let's make this easier on the rest of us and you can just walk right out of here and we will all act like this never happened. Your choice.”

I swear, that's the only time I had ever saw Louis get so serious. They must all be really happy for Alex and I, or Lou is just doing this to make me feel better. The boys and I have really grown on Jessie and Alex in the past few months, and I would hate to see a tragedy happen to them.

Amber just giggled, like she had nothing more to say.

“Oh you just wait Carson. It's coming. And it's coming quick.”

She walked away in silence. We all just seemed stunned that that had actually happened. I knew Alex wasn't going to cope well with it. I can tell how she strives to be perfect in every single aspect. One rude comment and she struggles to fix it. Fix everything. What she doesn't understand is that I already think that she already is perfect. Perfect to me, and shouldn't that be the only thing that matters? Girls just make me stop and wonder sometimes.

Alex's P.O.V.

That hurt, and she knew it. Those words cut into me like a serrated knife into a crisp, cold apple. Killing every living part of me. Or at least that's what it felt like. She doesn't really have to point out my imperfections as if I don't already see them..I could replay those words a billion times in my head and never figure how how to change. I've been trying so hard.

About the whole, 'not caring about perfection' thing. Yeah..well, that boat has sailed. Here comes the new and improved, Alex Carson.

To end the night we all watched a film. Megan and Harry were obviously snuggled up on the couch together, but it didn't really look like anything too serious.

I had felt Niall carry me up to his room, and lay me down on the plush bed. I could tell that I was in the side that he usually sleeps in, for this side is more worn out, and cushy. How adorable of him.

Before I had felt Niall hop onto the love seat I felt the warm tingle of his lips against my forehead.

I had liked how we weren't taking things too fast, it showed how much he really cared for me. Zayn always tells me that his eyes light up whenever he hears my name. Cute, right? Maybe a little to cliche.