Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

Explanation, Intoxication and Apologies - Chapter 41

Hey (: Working on an update to make up for the last update that was too short for my liking :/ anyways... the song on the side - not sure it completely relates  to this chapter, but I feel it sets the mood :P I'm obsessed with it!

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Harry showed me to the car, and we backed out of the garage and out of the gate. I had no clue where we were going, but that was fine with me. I just needed to get away from all the drama going on in the house. But honestly, I still kind of wanted to know what was going on. Niall was really pissed and, sure I was too, but the boys seemed to think it was going too far if they had to come in and separate us. 

We were getting farther into London, and I watched as we passed along street lights, and there were a few people out walking on the sidewalks, probably on their way to a bar, or a club. I rested my head on the window, as I watched the girls we were passing. They had their skin tight dresses on, barely covering their bum. As we passed, I looked in the mirror, to see their faces completely covered with makeup. Their eyes were all black, with the eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, and whatever else they put on.

I could tell they had attempted to put on some foundation, since I could see the line of where it ended just before their ear. Plus, it looked like they had just rubbed peanut butter all over their face. I couldn't help but chuckle a little at them as I took my head off the window.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Oh, nothing. Just that I'm glad I didn't turn out like some girls."

"You mean those girls we passed?"

"Yeah."

"Humph. Trust me, they're not that bad compared to some of the other girls you'll see in the clubs."

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"Some of the girls look orange most of the time. Plus, they get this super bright colored um..what's it called?"

"What?"

"That powder for your eyes."

"Eye shadow?"

He snapped his fingers. "Yes, that's it. They'll get some super bright eye shadow, and just have it all the way up to their eyebrows. And, their eyebrows aren't actually natural."

"Harry, most girls eyebrows aren't natural."

I could see him look at me in the corner of my eye.

"What do you mean, most girls."

"We pluck them."

"Pluck them? As in with a tweezers?"

"Yeah, what else are we supposed to use? I mean, even I pluck my eyebrows. I'd rather not have a whole rain forest up there."

This got a laugh out of him.

"Well, sure, but...the girls you'll see in the club, you can tell that they tried plucking them and then do a horrible job so then they draw them on, but then do a bad job with that as well."

"I guess." I let out a little laugh. "How would you think I would look like if I became one of those girls?"

He looked at me, and then the road, going back and forth.

"I wouldn't like it. I don't think any of us would." He reached out it hand, and attempted to give me a little noogie through my beanie

I tried to move away, but then the car got door got in the way.