The Perfect Drug (Nouis)

~2~

☠ Niall's Point of View ☠

Please tell me whyyyyyyy my car is in the front yard

And I'm sleepin' with my clothes on

I came in through the window last night and y-

Groaning, I slammed my fist down on my alarm clock, effectively silencing it. Can someone please tell me why (see what I did there) that fucking song is my alarm? Oh yeah, because it's sorta kinda my life story in a two-minute and fifty or so second song and I love it. Besides, who isn't their own worst enemy?

After blinking repeatedly I stumbled out of bed, trudging over to the bathroom to relieve myself. Once I finished I rid myself of my boxers and stepped into the shower, welcoming the sting of the freezing cold water on my burning skin.

Ten minutes later I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel loosely around my waist, walking back to my room and collapsing onto my bed.

Jesus, my head is killing me.

As if the world decided to go ahead and be against me today my phone started ringing loudly, making me wince. Muttering incoherently, I reached for the jeans I had worn the previous night that were currently strewn across the floor and dug through the pockets until I found my phone.

"What," I answered, irritation clear in my tone.

"Well good afternoon to you too, sunshine."

"Liam," I sighed, running a hand over my face. "I've got a killer headache and I can't remember anything from yesterday. What'd ya want?"

"Classic Niall, aye?" he chuckled. "Just wondering if you've seen my lit work. It seems to have disappeared." It was evident he was smirking from the tone of his voice. Cocky bastard.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "So quick to blame me! I haven't seen your god damned-" I stopped short when my eyes landed on a pile of papers scattered all over my desk. Shit. Those better not be what I think they are... I quickly walked over to inspect them and sure enough, it was Liam's work. "Ok, so maybe I have seen them."

"Thought so. Be sure to bring it; it's due today and I'm only like, half way done with it."

"Aw fuck! If you're only half way done that means I'm nowhere near started!" Today just isn't my day is it?

"When are you ever? Anyways, hurry up and get your lazy arse out of bed. I'm hungry," Liam whined.

"Yeah, yeah. The usual I'm guessing?"

"You know it."

"Be there in fifteen." With that I hung up, sauntering over to my closet and grabbing a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, my favorite tank top, and my white high tops. Once I was done I checked myself over in the mirror, thinking I could probably do with a shave, but I didn't really feel like it. I think I look hot as fuck with stubble anyways. After quickly styling my hair and putting my few piercings and gauges I smirked at my reflection and winked, heading to the front and grabbing my school bag and keys.

I exited my apartment and locked it, heading in the direction of my beautiful car. Just kidding. It's a piece of shit. But hey, it gets me where I need to go, so who am I to complain?

Once I was situated in my car I sighed, pursing my lips as I searched for my sunglasses while simultaneously starting it up at the same time. I grinned when the speakers immediately started blasting the last song I had been jamming out to (courtesy of the mixed CD yours truly burned a few weeks ago) and placed my shades over my eyes, recklessly making my way out of the parking lot then speeding off towards the restaurant.