Wonderwall

Chapter Fourteen

'Aidan?' I muttered. He whipped his head up to look at me and I could see that his eyes were red and bloodshot already.

'Brianna?' He stared at me for a few seconds before throwing the smoking pot in a small bin to the right side of the bench.

'Did you follow me here?' He hissed. His eyebrows burrowed into the centre of his forehead and he stuck his hands in his pockets.

'No! Aidan, were you smoking cannabis?' I mumbled, still holding my ugg boots in one hand. I felt the soil t start to sink through my toes.

'Shows how much you know, doesn't it?' He yelled. He stood up and tried to walk away but i stuck out an arm, my boots swinging as I did. I knew he wanted to questions why I wasn't wearing any shoes, but I didn't let him.

'What's that supposed to mean?' I muttered. He looked up at frowned at me, his eyes pierced mine.

'You've been so obsessed with that stupid job; you haven't realized that I drop you off at that shit shack then go and smoke some.'

I scanned his face and saw desperation, disappointment but also fear. I frowned at him and dropped my shoes before reaching up and trying to hug him but he pulled away.

'Why..? I mean..just..why are you letting yourself do this?' I mumbled. Aidan turned away. He seemed so heartbroken and I wished I knew the right thing to say. But I didn't. And that upset me a lot more than Aidan letting himself smoke drugs.

'My mum's ill.' He muttered. He didn't look at me, but I could still imagine what his face was like. Scrunched up in an attempt to stop himself from crying, just like he did when he was little.

'How ill?' I mumbled. Aidan gave a smile and looked at me. I was right. His face was scrunched up but that didn't stop a tear from falling from his right eye.

'Pretty fucking ill.' He muttered. He wiped the tear away and stormed passed me. I wanted to run after him. I could picture it. I'd grab his shoulder and pull him to face me and i'd hug him. He'd smell horribly of drugs and he'd try to push me off; but he was my best friend and he meant a whole fucking lot to me.

But instead I stood with my fluffy, brown boots in hand and watched as the boy i'd known since I was little, walked down the path; broken and lost.

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I shuffled towards the bus station. Late was an understatement. I saw Niall leaning against his car. He was wearing a black shirt and trousers, with his own take on it obviously. Sleeves rolled up and top button undone. His hair was perfectly unstyled and his straight teeth shone through his curved mouth.

I let out a sigh and shuffled towards the car.

'Hey..what's with the shoes?' I stared at him for a few seconds before blushing. Without, saying anything, I shoved my muddy feet into my boots. I stepped round to the passenger door and sat in the car, completely silent. I started biting my lip as Niall got in beside me and stared at me.

'Brianna..?' He muttered. I dragged a hand through my hair and buried my face in my hands. I took a deep breath to stop myself from crying but it didn't stop Niall from placing a hand on my shoulder.

'Brianna, what is it? What's happened?'

'I..I..' I bit my lip until the blood filled my mouth. With the swallowing of my tears and of the horrible lip blood, I started choking and coughing. I spluttered blood into my hands, making Niall stare at me even more. The tough, confident guy gone.

He pulled a tissue from the doorbin and held it to my mouth. I let my lip bleed on to the tissue.

'Should I take you home?' He mumbled. I shook my head. That's the last place I wanted to be. I didn't tell him this, but I didn't have to. Niall pressed his foot to the accelerator and we drove out of the bus station car park in complete silence.