I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LATE THIS IMAGINE IS! EVERYTIME I WOULD WRITE IT AND TRIED TO POST IT EVERYTHING WOULD JUST DELETE!
IM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!
This one is for aimeelauren
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"Aimee come here!" Niall yelled from the other end of the parking lot. I smiled and grabbed my bag running over to him.
"What's up?" I ask swiftly as he stops in front of me.
"Party tonight, your coming right?" He asks. I tilt my head in confusion and take a step back.
"Niall how the hell did you get an invite to a party? Nobody ever invites us anywhere!"
"I might have told Gram that your going to be there," My eyes widen as he tries to get me to calm down. "But don't worry! I'll be there with you the entire time!"
"No you don't understand! I'm the only girl that Gram hasn't gotten with and by you saying I'll be there it's giving him the idea that I want to have sex with him! Niall you basically sold my body just for an invite to a stupid party!"
"I never said you had to have sex with him! I just wanted for us to finally be included in something that isn't school related. I don't see what the big deal is."
"I'm not going." I say.
"So your basically saying that you won't do this one thing for me?"
"I'm. Not. Going."
"Fine." He seethes. "I don't need you anyway!" He yells. People around us quiet down and began staring.
"Well," think of something clever! "Your being an asshole!" Smooth.
"Don't fucking yell at me Aimee! I've done so much for you and all I ask of you-"
"What Niall?! All you ask of me is what?! I'm not going because I'm the one getting the short end of the stick here! Your being a horrible friend!"
"Than maybe we just shouldn't be friends then!" He yells and I shut up.
Before tears could come to my eyes I quickly turn around twisting my head around to look at him one last time. "Fine."
Next morning.
I sit up on my bed slowly regretting it immediately. Who knew crying could give you such a headache the next morning.
After doing my morning routine I grab my bag and slip out of my house. About half way to school a car pulls up to the curve so I start to walk faster
"Why are you such a slow walker?" The person says and I immediately recognise the voice.
"What the hell do you want?" I ask stopping in my tracks.
"Nothing. I thought I saw an elephant but it was only you." He rolls his eyes and continues his way to school.
The pain my chest feels doesn't allow me to move from my spot as I take in what he said.
Turning back around I head back for home. There's no way I'm going to school with him.
I get home at 8:00 am and quickly walk to the liquor cabinet. Is it to early to start drinking. Probably. Do I give a shit? Absolutely not.
I grab one of my moms old shot glasses and fill it with what ever the first bottle I grabbed is.
With one swift movement the glass is empty and I feel the burning liquid make its way down my throat.
I'm pour myself another and do the exact same thing. One after another I down the drink I learned was vodka and set the empty bottle down.
My head is spinning as I make my way up to my bedroom. While calapsing on my bed I pull out my phone and dial the familiar number of my ex best friend.
"What do you want?" His voice rings through the phone.
"Your an asshole you know! Yo-you called me an elephant when I'm smaller than you!" Most of my words slur together as I try to comprehend what's going on.
"Aims are you ok?" He asks, his voice becoming concerned.
"No! Because your an asshole and I really like beer." I find interest in my hand as I open and close it.
"Have you been drinking beer?!"
"No." I say automatically and he sighs. "I've been drinking vodka."
"Dammit Aimee! I'll be there in a minute." He says and then hangs up. I roll over onto my stomach taking a deep breath into my comforter.
"Aimee?" A voice yells. I stand up and pull my blankets back jumping under them soon after. "Aimee where the hell are you?!" His voice is closer.
I hear the squeek of my door and immediately close my eyes. I hear him sigh and then walk over.
I close my eyes and feel the bed go down. He pulls the blanket away from my face and then nothing. I slowly open one eye to see him with his head in his hands.
He was mumbling something so lowly I couldn't here it. "Niall?"
His head quickly jolts up as he turns his head to look at me. His voice is red and his cheeks are damp. He's been crying.
"Aimee I'm so sorry." His face scrunches up as more tears appear. "I didn't mean to be so mean. I didn't mean for you to take it so bad. I wouldn't ever let Gram touch you. If that thought had crossed my mind then I wouldn't have asked you to go. I'm so sorry!"
I looked at the tear stained face of the boy I thought of as my best friend. "It's okay."
He looked up not believing me. Stubborn ass.
I grab his shoulders pulling him down. I lay him on the pillow and wrap my arms around him. "It's okay." I whispered.
He relaxed a bit, turning around to face me. "I'm so sor-"
"Shh," I put my finger to his lips. "Stop apologising." He grabs my hand and intertwines it with his. He places his other hand on my hip as I rest mine on his shoulder.
"Do you still want to go to the party?" I ask. He shakes his head no closing his eyes.
"I just want to stay here."
My heart flutters at the comment for some unknown reason. "Ni if you really want to go I'll go with."
"And watch Gram try to get into your pants the entire time? I'd really rather not.'
"And why's that?" I ask. He opens his eyes briefly moving his hand from my hand to my cheek. He brings our faces together connecting my lips with his own.
After about ten seconds he pulls away looking my dead in the eyes.
"Why did you do that?" I ask quietly.
"Shh," he says putting his finger to my lips, mirroring my actions from earlier. "Don't question it. Just let it happen again." I removed his finger from my mouth and grab his face kissing him again.
Turns out I have feelings for my best friend...
