Escaper - Zayn Malik Fanfiction - Completed.

Chapter 15

~Lydia's P.O.V~

The door fully opens when I let go of the door handle out of shock.

"Niall?" I manage to let out.

I watch him intensely, trying to figure out whether I'm hallucinating or not. I fight the urge to rub my eyes due to the small possibility that he can really be here, so instead I blink a few times before taking a look at him again. And he's still here.

He's still leaning against my door frame. He was wearing a blue button-up shirt, leaving the buttons undone, with a plain white shirt beneath it, and some black skinny jeans ripped at the knees.

I can get a better look if he adjusts his pose and stands upright. I frown when I hear a giggle coming out of his mouth. "Niall?" I ask.

"Yes, baby?" He slurs, as he tries to pull himself off the door frame, but fails and ends up collapsing on the floor.

"Oh my God, Niall, are you okay?" I kneel beside him and hold his face to get a better view.

His eyes are bloodshot, red and puffy, his hair is messed up and flying into different directions, and his mouth is pulling a grin--a drunk grin.

I frown at his face, and am almost disgusted. Why would he get drunk, for crying out loud? "Are you . . . drunk?" I ask him, watching him narrowly. I already know the answer, but I can't help but hear him reply.

"I don't get drunk, baby. I get awesome." He slurred. "Now kiss me." He pucker his lips and leans closer to kiss me, but I stop him by placing my hand in front of his lips as a wall. He pouts and crosses his arms, looking at me with those bright, blue, shining eyes that made me melt before. But not this time. His blue eyes are now surrounded with the red that's crawling its way to his irises.

"No, Niall, you should probably go home and rest." I say while helping him up. Once he's standing up, he immediately falls back down, and looks up at me in a knowing-smile. He's good at this. If he's not my boyfriend, I'd leave him laying on my doorsteps.

I bend down to steady him and help him to get in the house, then let go of him and he collapses on the couch.

"I'm gonna get you some water and some aspirin." I state before heading to the kitchen.

Once I'm in, I'm taken aback by the chest I bump in. I look up to face an angry-looking Marcus. "I need to get some water and aspirin." I mumble, trying to step aside from him. He blocks my way once again.

"Yeah, water and aspirin for your boyfriend who was getting off his face all night." He let out a scoff.

"He wasn't 'getting off his face'. He's just a little bit . . . merry." I explain, and try to get the damn water for the third time.

"'Merry'? Seriously? You describe this as 'merry'? For fuck's sake, he's totally wasted! I bet he thinks that he's still at the party he was at before he came here, and that you're some blondie getting ready to hook up with him." He shrugs and actually lets me fill a cup with water this time.

My jaw drops open and I stare at him in disbelief. His words may come like they're nothing, but they're painful to think about, and I'm slightly hurt. I feel the sudden urge to defend him. "Niall isn't like that! He's not one to go to parties every day, and he sure doesn't hook up with random blondies. Niall is loyal and not a cheater."

"'Loyal'? Do those guys even exist anymore?" He shakes his head at, what he thinks is my idiocy.

"Not much of them is left."

"Correction: None of them is left anymore." He points out. I roll my eyes at how he thinks of today's guys. I'm positive they still exist. "You know what? It doesn't matter--just get him the fuck out from here!" He hisses.