Nobody Compares

Chapter Thirty-Five- Who Will Tell The Story of Your Life

SHOUTOUT TO ALL MY IRISH FRIENDS. EITHER IRISH FROM IRELAND OR IRISH BY HERITAGE. VAS HAPPENIN? SHOUTOUT TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO KNOW BLACK VEIL BRIDES. SHOUTOUT IF YOU LIKE PIERCE THE VEIL. SHOUTOUT IF YOU LOVE SLEEPING WITH SIRENS. SHOUTOUT IF YOU LIKE BRING ME THE HORIZON. SHOUTOUT -*Someone screaming at me who's reading this: "SHUT THE FECK UP!" - SHOUTOUT TO ALL MY BETCHES OUT THERE READING ALL OF THIS. SHOUTOUT TO ALL MY SELF HARMERS. WHY? ITS SELF HARM PREVENTION DAY AND I LOVE YOU AND YOU DESERVE A SHOUTOUT *not romanticizing and I just mean it that I love you, you don't have to turn to the blade, message me, I love you <3

I got a shot of Vodka, drowning it quickly. Niall stuck to a beer. I was already drunk within minutes. "Niall," I slurred. "Let's dance!" I dragged the sober boy to the middle of the dance floor. The alcohol blurred out my hearing. I just grinded down on Niall, and I was sure he was having fun. I jumped up and down. Soon a song came on that I just loved. I turned around and Niall was there. "Why hello, handsome!" I went to reach for another shot, but Niall stopped me. 

"Ha, no more." I pouted at him, but he just took my wrists and thew my arms up and down. 

"La la!"  I screamed. I stopped and looked at Niall. I began to pet his cheek. 

"What are you doing?" Niall giggled cutely.

"Oh my gosh! You talk! Everyone! This dog talks!" I looked around but no one cared. They were dancing. Suddenly Lou and El were in front of my eyes. "Hey guys!" 

That was the last I remembered before being woken up by a happy Niall and a pounding headache.

Niall was laying on my bed right next to me, staring at him phone with a big smile. We were in my room, but I didn't remember coming into here. I stood up, and went to the bathroom cabinet and grabbed an Advil. I looked in the mirror. My face was clean of makeup, and I was wearing Niall's clothes. "Good morning," Niall said, still glued to his phone.

"Did you change me and wash my face last night?" 

"Yeah," Niall muttered, as if it were nothing. "You passed out last night on the ride home, so when we got back I changed your clothes, and rid your face of that wretched makeup." His thick Irish voice was so perfect when he spoke.

I lifted the Jack Willis shirt I had on. I peeked through the neck hole. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw I had the same bra on. "What?" Niall asked, his intention on me now. 

"I thought you changed my bra." The boy blushed fierciously. "You are a hornball. Or a Horan ball. Haha!" He laughed loudly, as I stood up, I realized the headache was gone. "I'm going to find Harry. Or Gemma." As I walked down the hall I opened Gemma's door. The girl was sitting on her bed, on her computer. "Hi." 

"Long time no see. Happy late birthday." I sat next to her on her bed, and smiled. "I heard you and Niall...." I nodded, with a silly smile.

"I really like him, Gemma." She smiled, and shut her computer. "I'm going to Ireland tonight." 

"Why?" She looked at me, her brown eyes piercing me. 

"I'm going to meet Niall's family."

"Oh, you're really serious about him, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Gemma, I love him. Could you tell dad I will be back, whenever you see him?" She nodded lightly.

"You remember that night when we had the party for the X-Factor?" I smiled and nodded. That was the first night I ever really like Niall. "I remember Niall came on. The way you looked at the screen. I knew you liked him. You just starred at him. No one but me saw how you looked at him. Then he was put in One Direction. I knew it was fate. Him being put in Harry's band.. It was the heaven's idea." I smiled. "I've always known you loved him. And he definetly loved you."