Drunk

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Niall's P.O.V:

After going to the music store I played my new guitar for hours. It was relaxing.When I played guitar I was in a different world.A world where everything was good and okay and safe. Nothing bad ever happened, that past never happened. It was just me and my guitar. Then I thought of how Melanie played it and how beautiful it sounded. So I learned the song she played so angelically. It was a peaceful night.

Until I remembered her bruises and scrapes. For some reason thinking of them made me angry. I sat up and got an ice cold beer out of my fridge. I opened and downed it. Trying to numb my feelings. Millions of thoughts rushed through my head.

How did she get them?

Why did I care?

Why didn't she want to talk about them?

Had I ever seen someone with that many bruises?

Did someone do that to her?

Why would someone hurt her?

Why does it matter? I barely know her.

Is it possible to get that many bruises just from clumsiness?

During my thought process I had downed six beers. And then the word clumsy stuck with me.

Clumsy.

One time we were practicing a song on stage and Zayn tripped on a wire. He fell into Liam, Liam fell into me, I fell into Harry, Harry fell into Louis. We laughed and teased Zayn about how clumsy he was.

Five more beers. The alcohol rushing through me. My adrenaline was pumping and I was angry. Angry at everyone and everything. First, I was angry at my old friends for leaving me. But not taking their memories with them. Second, I was mad at Melanie for not telling me what was wrong. Lastly, I was angry at myself for caring about a girl I barely knew. I couldn't care. If I cared I would get attached. We may never speak again and I'll be living in a world of 'what if.' Or we may get close, but then we would drift. She would leave and I would be alone again. I'd be mad at myself for letting myself get too emotionally attached, knowing full well how everything ends.

How do things end? They end with pain. There's so much emotional pain it becomes a physical pain. But, there's no way of getting rid of it. The person might have left but the thought of them will stick with you forever.In a moment of rage I slid everything from my counter to the floor. All my empty bottles breaking.

"I need to get out of here." I whispered to myself, walking out of my flat. And I made my way to the pub down the road.

It was the usual. I ordered a pint, then another then another, then 12 more...

Melanie's P.O.V

One cut for the woman who gave me a dirty look at work today when she saw my bruises.

One cut for when Nate woke me up this morning by pushing me off the bed and telling me to make him breakfast.

One cut for knowing how ashamed me parents would be by this.

One cut for not knowing how to leave.

I was lost, so lost in my own mind. It wasn't just Nate. This all started way before that. When my parents died. It was a car crash and I was 15, old enough to be completely aware of it all. The worst part is that we had gotten into a fight before they left. I didn't want to go with them to the stupid business dinner, I was being a total brat. A lot of words were exchanged. I called them names and so did they. To them I was a worthless, bratty, ungreatful bitch, who should be respectful of others. I also made them 15 minutes late. So ontop of them hating me I caused their death. If they had left 15 minutes earlier, if I got up my ass and left with them, I would still have parents.

I was getting tangled in my mind until I heard a bang on the bathroom door.

"Fucking bitch I need to take a piss."He shouted and banged harder. I looked down franticly at my wrist. Blood was still pouring out into the sink, I couldn't just leave."Get out!"

"Um, hold on!"I grabbed a towel and rinsed out the sink. Soon enough Nate barged through the door, surely breaking the lock. He started to shove me out and before he slammed the door I mumbled, "There's a lock on there for a reason."

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Shit.

"N-nothing, it was nothing."

"No, I want to hear what you fucking said." His green eyes got deep with rage and his black hair fell into his face.

"I-I just s-said, there's a lock on there for a reason..."

"Oh so you think you're some goddamn wise guy." He slammed me into the wall getting in my face. "You better watch your mouth bitch." And then he slapped me face hard, very hard. I fell to the ground hitting my head on the side table in the hallway. I wasn't able to feel any pain from that though because he already picked me up and slammed me against the wall again. I was surprised my spine didn't crack.

This time instead of hitting me again he looked at me, he was studying me. Tear by tear fell down my face. All I wanted to do was die.

"I don't have time for your pathetic ass tonight. Get the fuck out of my flat."

"W-what?"

"You heard me get out." I was frozen, he never kicked me out before. I felt paralyzed. Nate must've taken the hint I wasn't moving so he grabbed my arm , walked me to the door and tossed me to the street.

So I sat there for a while stunned. The pain was excruciating. Every inch of my body hurt and I wasn't exactly sure what I did to deserve this. My asshole of a boyfriend, my parents death, my fucking life. I watched a cars drive by and thought what if they were trying to get away from someone. Or maybe they were rushing to get to their loved one.

Love, ha. That doesn't exist and I'm sure of that. Or atleast not for me. If I can't love myself I sure as hell know no one can love me.

With all the power I had left I lifted myself off the ground, my legs not wanting to support me, and just walked. It was late, definitely past midnight. So the streets weren't crowded as usual. It was mostly sluts, drunks, and hobos. Walking the streets in the middle of the night was relaxing. I stopped at a crossway and looked at the road. Then I walked into the road. Edging closer and closer to the middle. Then I reached my destination, laying down on the yellow line.

I silently hoped for a car to come and take me away forever. That's all I wanted. But instead of a car it was a person. Someone tripped over me.

"That wasn't what I was expecting." I can't even kill myself right.

"Melanie?" I opened my eyed to see the bright eyed blonde from the shop.

"Niall?" He looked like a mess and I'm positive he was drunk. He had a cut on his cheek and some on his knuckles. He must've gotten into a fight. It reminded me of Nate's fist after he abused me. Bleeding victory.

"What the hell are you doing in the middle of the road?" Niall picked himself up and lend me a hand to get up. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Um, just yanno." Hoping I would die. "What happened to your face?" I asked desperately trying to change the subject.

"Oh that's nothing I just got into a fight. Do you want me to walk you home?"

"Well.." If I told him I got kicked out I'd have to tell him about Nate. I had to quick think of a lie. "My flat is getting renovated and I totally forgot so I didn't make plans to stay anywhere."

"Was that why you were laying down in the middle of the road?"

"Kinda."

"You can stay at my place." A cheeky smile took over his face.

"No, I couldn't!"

"Please. It's no problem!" I didn't have anywhere to go anyway. And he was also really cute.

"Okay fine."

"Follow me!" He walked me to the side walk as a car flew by. I really wished I was under it.