One (Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 15: Late Night Calls

Niall

One week down. Three more weeks to go. I am already running out of things to do for our break. The boys are not even texting me or asking how I am now, maybe they are busy with their girlfriends and all. During times like this, I can't help but wish to have a girlfriend, but looking back on all the dates I've been through, I guess I don't have any luck when it comes to stuffs like that.

I am sitting on my couch, a nearly empty bottle of beer in hand, and a plate of half eaten chicken wings at the table. I am not paying attention to the tv in front of me, but I am staring at it, thinking if I will go to a club tonight or what. I've been doing that since our break started, and I'm getting sick of all the lights and the noise and the alcohol that I got there. I want to have some rest today, but I can't even get a good sleep nowadays, with all this stress that's happening around me right now.

My phone at the table vibrates and I just stare at it, too lazy to pick it up. If it's just another bad news to ruin my day, then I'll better ignore it.

It vibrates again for the second time. Ugh, who the fuck was that that he even texted me twice? Is this something important? I lean over to get my phone and unlock it. Two new messages from two different people.

The first one is from Harry, saying he's flying to LA now and I won the bet. That guy, why can't he stick his ass here in London? The other one came from my dad, asking if I will visit Ireland on the next few days. I was still thinking about that but I'm not yet sure. I'll just give him a call if I already made up my mind.

Then there's another one that I wasn't able to read earlier. I click on the next message which came from Maggie.

13:25
Maggie: Hey, cheer up Mr. Cheeky popstar! Don't disrespect the amazingly, magnificently, perfectly yogurt and the mainstream chocolate cake. :)

I immediately put the beer down the table as soon as I saw her name at my phone screen. I remember how I acted like an asshole to her this morning, yet here she is, trying to make me smile. She doesn't deserve that. I shouldn't be treating her like how her ex boyfriend did. I feel bad about myself. I need to make it up to her.

22:52
Me: I'm sorry about earlier. I'll make it up to you, I promise.

As I hit send, I realize that it is getting late and she's probably going to bed now. I feel stupid about myself again for sending her a text message in the middle of the night. My goodness Niall, you disturbed her again. What kind of friend are you?

22:53
Me: god, I'm sorry if I disturbed you Maggie, you can go to bed now. Goodnight :)

I throw my phone away and I put my elbows to my thigh and I burry my face into my hands. I sigh in frustration about myself. I am already dodgy, and so as Maggie, and instead of helping her out I am dragging her down more with my own issues.

Why my life is so fucked up now? What have I done that made me deserve this? I know it is also my fault and there's no one to blame here but me, but why this has to happen? Why it has to happen? Why I am such an idiot for ruining everything around me right now?

Maybe that's how life really works. Everything has its own consequences. You do something you know you shouldn't, and in the end of the day you're going to pay the price. And no one is exempted to this game. Not even if you're one of the members of the biggest boy band on earth. I guess there's always this point in our lives where life is going to teach us the hardest lesson ever and we have no other choice but to pass or fail the exam. No in between. It's either make it or break it. And I think my lesson already started.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes again from the couch that made me snap out of my thoughts. Maggie's name appears on the screen.

23:00
Maggie: No you didn't, don't worry. What are you up to tonight?