Heartbreak Weather -N.H

never again

Chapter 42

Niall's POV:

I blame Kiara for the sole purpose of the fact that Skylar is over my shoulder right now as I walk out of the club.

I should have saw this coming. Shot after shot, it was never ending. Harry is no help whatsoever, he's so far gone he doesn't even know left from right.

If we are being honest he's been gone for a bit. I'm really starting to worry about him. He's abusing alcohol. He constantly smells like it and locks himself up in his room.

And now my back is warm. She just vomited down my back. The things you do for the person you love.

"Hey uh she just-" Liam starts to which I wave him off.

"Threw up? Yeah I know, I can feel it Liam," I speak with stress in my voice.

"Here, get the car please," I say tossing my keys to him. He catches the keys and takes off in a run to find my car.

"Sky are you good back there?" I ask and receive no response.

She wouldn't let me carry her out of the club but she couldn't walk. I put her over my shoulder and walked out before we got kicked out.

"Sky love?" I try to get her to talk but at this point I'm pretty sure she passed out after she vomited down my back.

Liam pulls the car up and runs back towards us.

"I think she's passed out," I panic my mind going in all the bad places. Liam helps get her down and she's definitely passed out.

Skylar's purse hangs off of Liam's shoulder. He sees a water bottle poking out and grabs it.

"Here's her water," he says but I don't think it's water. I open the bottle and smell the vodka right away. Fuck it's my fault.

"Not water mate, it's vodka."

"Why the hell does she have vodka in a water bottle?" Liam asks and I rub the back of my neck.

"I made it for her and all the girls to pregame with but I'm not sure if Skylar shared any." I say holding her head up. I don't want her laying down in case she throws up, she could choke.

"We used to do that shit all the time," Liam says as if it wasn't that long ago.

We get Sky into the car and I unbutton my shirt throwing it into the trash next to my car. Liam said my pants looked fine so I climb into the back with Sky. Liam drives us to my place while a knocked out Skylar lays on me.

I feel so fucking bad right now. I truly don't know how much she drank. I couldn't even keep track of her inside of there. I lost her every ten minutes. Drunk Skylar truly is something else. She's going to feel like shit tomorrow.

I drank some but once Liam saw Skylar get progressively worse, he decided drinking wasn't in play for him tonight. I'm thankful because all I want to do is take care of Skylar right now.

"Is she alive?" Liam shows concern while looking into the rearview mirror.

"She has a pulse and her chest is moving up and down," I say as I run my fingers throughout her hair as her head rests on my shoulder.

I maneuver around her pulling her hair tie off of her wrist. I tie her hair up knowing she will most likely throw up more than once tonight. I can feel Liam's eyes on and off of us the whole way home. He's checking in without speaking as I hold Sky.

Liam helps me get Skylar into the bathroom and leaves to head into the kitchen to get Sky a glass of water. As Liam begins to walk back in with the water Sky slowly starts to come back from her unconscious state.