The dim light in the not-so distant corner led your vision to the blonde mop of hair slumped against the wooden chair frame. Your sleep deprived mind could have been mistaken, but Niall's puffy eyes suggested salty tears had not long passed them.
"Why are you here" He muttered, not even bothering to look you in the eye
"Your friend over at the bar gave me a call" You replied, pointing to the bar man
"Didn't need to", his accent thicker as he slurred the words,
"I'm a grown man". Niall stumbled to his feet as he tried to stabilize his intoxicated frame on the edge of the timber table, sending empty glass bottles rocking.
"Come here", you scooted under his shoulder as he slumped on you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as Niall looked down to you, his pale lips moist.
"You know you're beautiful", he blurted, "I'm in love with you".
"You're drunk Niall".
His right hand, slightly frosty from the condensation of the beer bottles met your chin. "Then I will have to tell you when I'm sober".
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