Authors note-please don't read this chapter as it is awful, thank you x
Chapter 11:
*Niall’s point of view*
I felt sick, sick with worry. Oh gosh, where was she. A tear trickled down my cheek but I hastily wipe it away. That’s when I remember Willow has her phone with her.
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*Willow’s point of view*
My head was spinning and I felt upset. Why? I have no idea.
Suddenly I felt a vibrate come from my bag and song lyrics began:
You’re insecure, don’t know what for,
You’re turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or.
Don’t need makeup to cover up being the way that you are is eno-o-ough.
Ugh, I pick up my phone pressing it to my ear to be met by the voice of Niall.
“Willow?”
“Yeah” I slur my words by accident and I start to feel dizzy but it feel’s good it was dimming down the pain of old memories.
“Oh thank God, where are you?”
Turning around I see the sign that reads: Bargain Booze.
“I’m outside of bargain booze.”
The phone hangs up and I sit staring at the bright yellow car and before long figure hurries up to me, “There you are. Are you okay?”
“Of course I am I have no reason not to be,” I beamed .
Finally, Niall’s brain kicks in and he rummages through my bag to find the half-drunk bottle of vodka and he slowly turns to me looking like he’s going to scream but instead he puts a fake smile and picks me up carrying me toward the flat.
“Aw bless, you’re so sweet. Hey, candy’s sweet. Does that mean you taste sweet?”
Niall ignores all of my ridiculous remarks and when we get home I find the rest of the boy’s.
“Zayn!” I yell as I see him first,I try to run over to him but end up running in a circle and stumbling to the floor.
“WOOOOOOOOAAAH, you have such a pretty ceiling,” I say staring in awe at the completely plain ceiling.
“What’s up with Willow?” Liam asks stepping forward to help me up.
“I think she got a bit drunk…” Niall says quietly.
I feel good, I felt light and free. In the corner of my eye I see what I thought was my dad. My body shifts to face the place and my dad is standing there waving at me.
“Daddy? Is it really you? Dad!” I run towards my dad wrapping my arms around him only I can’t feel him in my arms instead I just feel nothing.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” I say tears forming in my eyes. My dad has stopped waving now and instead he is just stood there with a plain expression on his face.
“Dad? Say something?” When no reply comes I look into my dad’s eyes to find nothing, utterly and completely nothing. It was like he was hollow, not showing anything…barely even here.
The boys are shouting things at me from behind but I can’t be bothered with them right now all I wanted was to talk to my dad, but this wasn’t my dad. This was someone who looked like him but wasn’t.
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