Metal Angels [ N. H ]

chapter four

  TW : self harm, depression (that's it i think)

Alexis Riggs

"There's my ride.. I'll see you at school." I smiled, and made my way to the car, leaving Niall standing there.
Honestly, I kinda wished I stayed, he was good company and not to mention the one that had been sober. It was odd he wasn't into the party scene as the rest of his group.
Which I guess that changed because of what happend with his family. I knew that him and his dad were close so of course none of it would be easy on him or his mom.

"Who was that?" Shelley, my cousin asked. I buckled up and watched outside as we pulled away from the house.
"Some guy at school that I know." I kept it simple and short. She had a playful smirk on her lips that she didn't believe me. "Seriously. His name is Niall that's it." The dirty blonde nodded, understanding. I leaned up and turned the nob to the radio, as 'cool for summer' by demi lovato played. Filling the silence.

"You're not drunk or anything are you?" I chuckled, and turned towards her. "I don't drink. All I had was soda, that's why i messaged you to get me." She was trustworthy, my parents would flip if they knew where I had been especially my best friend getting drunk who they thought was a great influence, boy were they ever wrong. I love Tatum though, secrets are safe with me.
"True." She agreed, and pulled up at my place. I reached over and gave her a tight hug, as she gave one back.
Pecking her quickly on the cheek. "Thank you for picking me up."

I unbuckled and opened the door. "No problem, call me if you need another ride or anything." She added, I nodded
and we said our goodbyes. She stayed there making sure I got in safely. Parents were asleep. Thank the heavens.
Walking up the stairs quietly, getting ready for bed.
I turned the shower on and rinsed off, taking about an hour just to relax. Finally, as I finished, blow drying my hair and changing for bed.

Sunday came in, I changed into my hoodie, and some short shorts, heading to the local breakfast diner.
Parents were gone to work already as usual, getting the car warmed up, and took off, listening to the radio. I hated being alone with my own thoughts, to go to sleep t night I needed to listen music or have the tv on. I over thought anything and everything to where it had gotten to be a problem. Not many people knew about it, not that it was probably a big deal to even worry- the cashier handed me my bag, "There ya go sweetie, have a good morning." I smiled, receiving the bag of my meal and right as I turned.

He was sitting alone in a booth, Niall. Slowly debating if I should say anything. I than made my way over, placing my hand on the empty seat he was across from and spoke.
"Uh.. Hey." I greeted, awkwardly. His bright blue eyes met mine, giving me a half smile back. "What's up?"
I waved the bag before speaking. "Picking up some food." The bell from the door went off, announcing someone is present. "You.. wanna sit down?" He seemed careful on what he was gonna ask, motioning towards the seat across from him. "Oh, I don't wanna intrude.."
He waved me off, sitting up straight. Honestly he seemed stressed for some reason. Hard to even pin point how but it was his actions, maybe?
"Go on, sit. I don't mind the company." He insisted.

I pressed my lips together, and sat down. Pulling some of the food I ordered out, and began to unwrap it. "Okay, I have a question." I wanted to break the tension, if it wasn't obvious enough, we never hung around the same crowd, I'm shocked I'm even talking to this person, or I just usually run away from girls who give off the same energy. But something about Horan was different.
My eyes scanned his bare arms, that were not covered in tattoos of any sort like the rest of his friends, so I asked.
"How come you don't have any tatts?" I took a bite of my food before adding on.

"I mean, you have your ears pierced, why no tattoos?"
That earned a chuckle, his quiet laugh made his chest heave. "Ink is forever. And yes, I know you can get those removed but I think that freaks me out more than actually getting tattooed. Think they're fucking cool but if I ever did get one, it would have to be meaningful." He toyed with his hoop earring as he spoke.