Saved by Niall [Don't read. It's bad.]

Devestated.

                                                                  Chapter 16

     **A few months later**

It was Niall's birthday and I had planned to give him something, but I didn't see him at all that day. He hadn't answered my text messages, or my calls, and I was getting worried. We had been dating for three months, and I wanted to tell him 'Happy Birthday'. I always did, even when we were just friends. It was almost nine o'clock at night and I decided I was going to Harry's house to go check on him. The drive felt longer than usual, but I figured that was just because I was worried. When I pulled into the driveway I recognized Niall's car, so I knew he was here. My breathing began to quicken, as I pulled to a stop and turned the car off. I slowly got out and walked to the door, worried he might think I was stalking him or something. In. Out. In. Out. I told myself, as I tried to get my breathing under control. My hand reached up and knocked without my permission and I gasped. Thump. Thump. Someone was walking to the door.

"Michaela?" Louis said confused, when he saw me at the door. "Um, come in," I stepped in awkwardly, looking around.

"Where is Niall?" I asked, not seeing him.

"Well, I think he's out with Harry somewhere," Louis said, looking back at Liam, and Zayn for help.

"What?" I asked, noticing their interaction. I began to worry, was Niall okay? Was he hurt? Before Louis could answer Harry burst the door open, and without seeing me, called out to the boys.

"That was a blast! Niall's a little busy with one of the girls though! I didn't see any that I liked," He said, as he swayed. He was drunk, absolutely, smashed. Louis' expression changed instantly to one of fear.

"What?!" I asked sharply, and Harry finally dragged his eyes over to me.

"Oops," He giggled, before walking forward towards the couch. I felt the tears form in my eyes. He was out, clubbing, on his birthday, instead of seeing me. And he didn't even come home because he was too busy with some girl. Louis stepped forward and grabbed my arm.

"It's not what you think! He's probably just drunk! I mean look at Harry!" He said, trying to calm me down, and Niall opened the door. Lipstick covered his face, and he smelled of perfume. He had a huge grin on his face. That grin. That one grin, broke me in half. I felt all the air leave my body, and all the life leave me. He turned to see what that small noise was, and saw me. His face fell, and Louis dropped my arm. Before I could even think, I ran out, out of the house. The second I stepped outside I was freezing, it had gotten colder in that short time I was in Harry's house, but I didn't stop. I ran to my car and got in but I didn't have the strength to drive, so I sat there, doors locked, crying.