brooklyn baby (N.H)

14

No perspective

He's looking down at the whisky bottle in his right hand, pulling through his hair with the other.

He's sitting on the edge, looking down on the floor with his clothes next to the bed. He's all wet from the heat of the actions that just happened in this room.

The girl on the other side of the bed are sleeping very well probably, 'the sex of her life'. But he couldn't enjoy it as much as she did.

He could only think about earlier, how he couldn't kiss her, it was the only think in his mind these past hours. He just stood there and looked into her eyes, seeing the innocence even through her eyes, that she doesn't deserve as much shit as she gets. He looked into her blue eyes and he suddenly felt bad for asking, he never feels bad. He had never felt that feeling before, not in a long time..

The party is still going on outside the room, they just locked in themselves in this guestroom with the thought that the things spinning around in his head will go away, but it's not that easy, huh?

When he saw her say yes for kissing her, he also saw how how he will ruin her life in her eyes, just by that little innocent kiss. He couldn't do that, normally he wouldn't care, like he never does, he never cares about anything or anyone.

Niall clenches his fists and then throws the bottle in his hand into the wall infront of him. The bottle cracks in several pieces and the liquid that was left land on the floor with the pieces. He stands up to put on the clothes from the floor when he hear a sound of a girl when remembers the girl he was sleeping with a half hour ago.

"What the fuck?" She speaks, Niall's just trying to avoid her, thinking she's just an annoying little fly right now, she was a little bit interesting like 40 minutes ago, but not now. He looks at the watch on the table on the side of the bed, 5:33.

When he has his clothes on he walks over to his jacket, taking out two pills from the pocket, takes one in his mouth, the other in his backpocket and then walks out.

He walks through the thick crowd, even tho it's so late, there was still alot of people partying.

"Hi man, where have you-" Louis speaks when he sees him, but he doesn't hear, he's too focused on what he's going to do, too focused on his anger, on this weird feeling in his chest.

He looks around in the crowd, searching for that one girl, that one girl that's have some sort of spell over him that makes her never leave his mind.

And there she is, at the bar, drinking. Infront of her there's a guy, she laughs at something he says, just makes the anger grow inside of him. He walks up to her sitting on a barstool.

"C'mon" he speaks fast. Gives the big ugly guy an angry glance before looking back at her.

"Where are we going?" She's absolutely waisted.

"Hey, you're Niall Horan," he makes himself heard again "my sister are a big-"

"Nice" Niall interrupts him, doesn't want this conversation right now. What he's hating about being a singer in a famous band, people recognize you and if you're a bitch to them, they'll tell others that. Not that he cares what others thinks of him, if he gets fucks, drugs and alcohol he's satisfied, like almost every other famous celebrity.

Niall takes Isabelle's arm and making her stand up, she's trying the best she can and then they're walking fast away back into the guestroom he was coming from.

She's stumbles after him, trying her best not to fall and to think straight through all the alcohol in her system, trying to be aware what's going on as much as she could even though she almost doesn't even know what her own name is.