Consequences of Falling in Love With a Frat Boy

Need You Now

Chapter 65

Mel’s POV

“Mel get up.” says Max as shakes me.

“Leave me alone Max.” I mumble, rolling over in the bed pulling the covers over my head.

“Melissa I mean it, get up.” says Max with a little more base in voice.

“No.” I say grounding my head into the pillow.

Max lets out a breath of irritation as he says, “Fine.” Hearing what I thought were footsteps departing, I snuggled back into the warmth of my cover just as they were ripped off of me.

“What in the hell?” I yell as Max pulls me up by my arm throwing me over his shoulders. “Maxwell put me down!” I yell as I socked him weakly in the back.

“No.” says Max as he walks out of the bedroom and to the bathroom. Sitting me in the tub Max turns on the shower head, allowing a strong force of cold water to crash onto me.

“What in the hell are you doing!” I yell trying to stand up to get out, but stopped as the room begins to spin.

“It’s 4 in the afternoon.” Says Max.

“So! That doesn’t give you license to throw me into a cold shower.”

“It does especially when I’ve been trying to wake you up for the past 3 hours.” Stepping to the side Max turns the shower head off of me as he says, “Shower and change your clothes, I’ll have something for you to eat when you get out.” Stepping to the out of the bathroom and closing the door I sit up pulling out last night’s dress and tosses the wet dress on the floor.

After the room stopped spinning I adjusted the water to a warmer temperature and sat in the tub, letting the water run over me. Blurred images of last night swam through my head, slurred conversation formed in my head that I didn’t understand. Everything felt distance, felt unreal. After showering I got out the shower and dried off. Pulling on an huge stretched out jumper and a pair of shorts I stood at the mirror looking at myself in the mirror.

The blonde hair I use to have was now a dark blonde and it seemed like that light in my eyes simmered down ever since Niall left. Absently reaching up I pulled at the chain around my neck as I ran my finger over the studded ‘N’. I know I should've taken it off by now but a piece of me figured that he’d come back, that we weren’t officially over. The thought of Niall made my stomach swim and do flips, causing the whiskey and vodka shots from last night’s party to travel back up stream. Running to the toilet I let go of what seemed like everything in my system, food, drinks, my heart. Wiping my mouth I sat beside the toilet and pulled my knees to my chest waiting for that sharp pain in my chest to ease down.

2 months ago Niall left, it’s been 2 months since I heard his voice, since I felt his hands, since I felt his kiss, since I stared absently in the those ocean blue eyes of his. 2 months felt like 2 years and I honestly didn’t think I could take it anymore. The month was the end of May I think and school had just gotten out. Trying to focus on school work was hard, especially when your heart feels like it had just been torn out of your chest, you know like how they do it in the Vampire Diaries? It felt like that. Max had gotten me through finals so it wouldn’t have been a totally waste of me attending. I haven’t talked to the guys in weeks, whatever job they were doing, wherever they were at, Max made it clear that I didn’t need to know, fearing that I would take off to go find Niall. Which was totally true. I missed Niall, more than I’ve missed anyone ever.

The moment he left, was the moment I felt a little piece of me die. I felt like I was at the warehouse with Josh all over again, the only thing different was that, I didn’t have Niall to come home to, I wasn’t greeted with a kiss every time I walked through the door, I wasn’t woken up in the morning with soft kisses trailing along my neck up to my lips. And after 2 weeks of him being gone I had to realize that maybe he wasn’t coming back.