A/N: Hello :D Well, I had a new story idea and it's different from what I normally try to write, so please leave me comments of what you think! I know the boys aren't like this, but yknow, for the characters I had to change'em up a bit(:
Thanks for reading and let me know whatcha think! x
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Niall’s POV:
“You told me they wouldn’t be here!” I yell, slamming Liam against the rough black brick wall. He doesn’t move as my hand stays gripped around the collar of his old plaid t-shirt.
“Why are you so grumpy today?” Liam smirks, shoving me back from him. “Did you dealer not show?” He wipes off chunks of brick from his shoulders, stepping out from the dark shadows surrounding the two of us. I stand with my feet planted in the thin layer of dirt covering the solid concrete ground.
“It’s like you want me to hurt you.” My voice growls from my throat as Liam takes a step toward me.
“You know I could kick your silly ass anyways.” The smirk still dances on his face. He points down to the end of the alley again, keeping his dark brown eyes locked steadily with mine. My eyes trail down his arm to the couple at the end of the alley, obviously going past just the average kiss. It was easy to see it was my ex-girlfriend; Liam knew it was too.
“I don’t want to see her again Liam, you know that.” I take a step toward him, our faces now inches from one another as my eyes are drawn back to his face, as to not look once again down at the awful site at the end of the alley.
“Aww, does little Nialler still have feelings for her?” He playfully shoves me again, this time to where my back hits the opposing wall.
“Shut up!” I yell. Hearing a noise to my left, I glance and see the couple watching Liam and me confusedly.
“Now look at what you’ve done.” Liam laughs, turning to his left and leaving the alley. I follow behind him and shove him again.
“You know you shouldn’t do that.” I laugh about it now, my feet walking in time with Liam’s.
“It’s mad how fast your mood changes Niall.” Liam mutters, raising an eyebrow as his glance casts across my face and I keep my eyes to the ground.
“Well maybe if you didn’t make me watch my ex getting some with a strange man, I wouldn’t be so ‘bi-polar’.” I say, putting air quotes around the last word.
“Whatever.” Liam shrugs, increasing his pace up to the house. My footsteps stop following him and he glances back at me as he walks up the old rotten steps. “You coming?”
“Nah, I’ll be there later.” He rolls his eyes and knocks three times, tapping the door, and then nudging it with his foot. It’s our secret way between us brothers of knowing whether it’s us or someone breaking in.
Living on the streets, it’s not what some people would think. We constantly have to keep our eyes out for the police, considering me and the boys are the ‘druggies’ on the streets as some people would say. Beating the living shit out of people was another thing to be known for, especially when the drugs and money get lost somewhere in a deal. Sleeping around with different girls nightly was just a casual thing that ends up just happening more often, to get more drugs.
My brothers, Zayn, Liam, Harry, and Louis, we got lucky. We found this raggedy old house sitting at the end of an abandoned street. I can’t say it’s the most clean or sanitary place, but at least it’s somewhere to have a house over our heads.
I pulled up my hood as the sun finished setting over the horizon. People were starting to come out of their ‘hiding’ places, considering the cops rarely come down here at night.
“Hey Niall,” a deep voice comes from my right. I pause, turning to see Zayn standing there in the shadow of the old warehouse. He nods his head, opening the door just wide enough for me to follow him inside. He shuts it behind me, lighting a small candle next to the door as he unzips his leather jacket. The candlelight flickers across his face as he searches through his inside pockets.
“Why weren’t you here earlier?” I say, crossing my arms and leaning against the old wooden pole that holds up the unusable stairs.
“My man didn’t come through, I had to find another person to get me this.” His mumbles angrily, finding what he’s looking for and taking out a small baggy and a pack of cigarettes. “Here.” He tosses the small bag up, my hands catching it easily and looking at the amount of crack in the bag.
“Why isn’t there a lot today?” I frown, glancing at Zayn as he flicks his lighter, holding it up to his cigarette and lighting it, inhaling deeply as he puts the lighter back in the front pocket of his torn jeans.
“I told you, I had to find another guy.” He says, exhaling as a puff of smoke releases from his mouth. I narrow my eyes and sigh, dumping part of the white substance onto my hand, lifting it up to my nose and inhaling deeply.
“Liam still doesn’t know I’m your dealer, right?” Zayn peers at me through his most recent puff. I smile and shake my head no. He bobs his head yes in a happy way as he lifts the cig back up to his lips.
“I hope he’ll never know.” I mutter, taking another deep sniff, feeling the particles go up and flow through me, starting to affect my vision and senses.
“As long as you don’t tell him shit, we’re good.” Zayn mutters, stomping out the final part of his cig.
