Life Goes On? (Sequel to Destined For Ireland)

Chapter Seven

Ariel's P.O.V.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I have lost control of my actions and ignored the reasonable thoughts that debated my every move. I packed my bags all last night after I returned home from getting my hair done, and rented a hotel room. There is no turning back now. I was already in the London airport, pulling my two suitcases along as I left and hailed a taxi. I told him where to go and we were there in a long thirty minutes. I checked into my hotel room, dropping my bag off and taking a shower so I'd be fresh. Something about London is refreshing, but it doesn't help the still dead feeling inside. I get dressed in short denim shorts, a plain black bustier crop top and a simple leather jacket. I put a pair of heels on and brushed my hair before fixing my make-up. When I was comfortable with myself it was eight at night, so I finally left. I didn't have any reasonable thoughts as I walked to my destination. I pulled out a familiar silver key from my pocket and slid it into the lock. Thankfully, it worked, allowing me to step into the dark, cold house.

"Niall?" I yelled, not sure if I hoping to get a response but silence was good enough at the moment. I walked out into the ghost of a house, looking at how barely anything changed. I hope he got my text from earlier. I slowly searched each room, hoping to find him laughing about a silly cat video, waiting for me to come so he can show me. I found nothing. Eventually, I found myself in the room we used to share together. Memories that we made together came flooding back, drawing tears along with them. After each step I walked further into the large bedroom, more and more memories I have tried to suppress for years come back stronger. The memories stop me from hearing the door open and fumbling of drunken people entering the house. I run to the nearest door, which leads to the closet and I hide out in there as I hear two people enter the bedroom.

"Ready for the night of your life, big boy?" I hear a slur of words come from the other side of the door.

"Mhmmm, let's get this party started." I hear Niall's deep voice respond. I tried to keep quiet, but other people wouldn't let me because my phone started to ring, showing Niall's number I had texted earlier.

"Shit." I mumble underneath my breath as my hands rush towards my phone, trying to silence it before...

"Who's there?" I hear Niall ask angrily, footsteps heading to the closet where I sat. The door quickly swung open, revealing a brown haired Niall and his tired blue eyes looked down at me.

"Is this really what you want to do? Drink your problems away?" I ask, remembering the night of many mistakes where he asked me the same two questions. He looked taken back as I stood up and looked at him. "I've kept an eye on all of you over the years, and hearing many stories about you drinking yourself stupid made me pissed. The Niall I loved never went out drinking every night, taking a random slut home with him." I stepped closer to him.

"Ariel? Where the fuck did you go?" He asked, raising his voice. The random slut of the night slowly walked out of the room, not being quite sure what to do.

"I missed you, Niall. But I was scared you wouldn't want me anymore, so I didn't come back." I lower my tone, hoping he listened to me.

"How could I not want you?" He asked, grabbing my waist and pulled me towards him. His breath fanned over my face as his lips hovered over mine. I took my chance and slammed my lips into his, wrapping my arms around his neck. He forced my legs around his waist as he walked me over to the bed, resting me down as he hovered over my body. Things got heated and pieces started to fit back together.

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"Belle? What are you doing with Niall?" I hear a frantic British voice yell. I groan loudly as I flutter my eyes open, adjusting to the light. I feel the bed stir from beside me and I'm temporarily confused until I remember where I am. "Belle!"

"Harry, if you don't shut the fuck up, Parker will have no siblings." I yell as I sit up, stretching my limbs and yawning loudly.

"Niall, what did you do to my fiancé? And why is she naked?" I ignore Harry's stupid questions. How has he realize that I'm not Belle? I stand up, still being naked, and get dressed in the clothes from last night.

"Harry, of all people, I missed you the least!" I yell at the curly headed boy in front of me. He furrowed his eyebrows as he watched me put my jacket back on. "Jesus Christ, Harold. I'M NOT BELLE!" I yell at him as realization struck him. I looked around and saw Niall dressed in human clothes instead of 70's asshole attire.

"Ariel?" Harry questions, looking at me from head to toe.

"DING, DING, DING! What do you want? A cookie?" I say, annoyed with him already. Niall steps closer to curls and I, looking from his friend to me. "Nialler?"

"Don't call me that. Only friends can call me that." He spat at me. I was taken back, but not that much. I knew I wasn't welcomed back.

"I should have stayed away from you all. At least the solitude and loneliness accepted me again." I stepped away from them. "Oh, I thought you might want this back, Niall." I take the ring off of my finger and tossed it at him before I turned towards the door.

"Where are you going now?" They both asked in unison.

"To see if Boo Bear will hug me and tell me everything is alright." I leave before they could speak, heading out of the house and walked to Louis' house. I knocked on the door, adjusting my hair before a redhead answered the door.

"Belle! What are you doing here?" She asked, pulling me into a hug. I smiled fakely, hugging her back so she thinks I really am Belle.

"I just came to see Louis for a bit. Is he home?" I question, smiling largely at her.

"Yeah, he's in the game room. Come in!" She opened the door to let me in. If I remember correctly from the two times that I have been to Louis' house, the game room is upstairs across from the bedroom. I walked up to the room, opening it to see Louis like the redhead said. I closed the door behind me as I headed closer to the couch he sat at, playing FIFA as always. I plop on the couch beside him and smile.

"So who is the redhead?" I question, making him pause the game and look at me.

"Umm, Belle? Are you well?" He raises his eyebrow, bringing his hand to my forehead. I swat it away and giggle.

"I'm well, not sure about Belle." I laugh as realization hit him.

"Ariel? Ariel!" He yelled, rolling over to me and hugging me tight. "I don't care if anyone is angry at you, I'm just glad you're okay!" He snuggled on me like he usually does. I laugh and hug him tightly.

"Seriously, who's the redhead? She seems like an annoying twat." I question as we pull away.

"That's Rachel, my girlfriend." He laughs slightly as she walks in.

"Belle? Louis? You two okay? I heard yelling." She asks, looking at us.

"Ohhh, that's how you got in." Louis says, looking at me then his girlfriend. "Rachel, this is Ariel. Not Belle." Rachel's face instantly went to disgust.

"You, ungrateful bitch, get the fuck out of my house and away from my boyfriend!" She yelled and I laughed, standing up and walking over to her.

"Listen here,Ratchel. You don't tell me what to do or else you won't be telling anyoneanything for a long time. You got it?" She nods as fear entered her eyes."See you later, Boo Bear!" I say as I skipped out of the room.

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