Stranded

Chapter 3: Suicidal Tendencies

Louis’ POV

Crazy, I thought. I had been eyeing a girl for almost an hour. Her face was flushed from drinking, yet she was still conscious.

I saw her crying for almost an hour. Niall kept bugging me to talk to her if I happened to like her but I waited for her to stop crying. I felt pity when I saw her angelic face, afflicted with tears. She constantly stuck her wavy golden hair behind her ears that revealed her beautiful face.

“Go on, dude. I won’t tell Eleanor.” Niall said, nudging me.

Rae’s POV

I was so bored but I couldn’t sleep. I was not in the mood to fish or to roam around either. So I spent the whole afternoon in the club, drinking itty-bitty sips of wine. I didn’t care about the people around me. I just continued to drink my problems away and tried to forget about my entire life.

I went into the deck and stared at the water. Tears came running down my cheeks as the problems I ran away from came back to my thoughts.

“Are you okay?” Said I voice from behind. I nodded and didn’t bother to talk nor look at the person.

“He doesn’t know what he just let go.” The person said, handing me a handkerchief.

“No thanks.” I said, pulling off my own hanky from my pocket. I looked up and saw a tall, fine-looking guy, smiling. “How’d you know it was about a guy?”

“It’s obvious.” He said. I frowned. “I mean, when I see a girl crying, she probably has a problem about her family or her friends. But when I see a girl crying and drinking, I always picture out a guy behind it.”

“Oh. But it’s not just about a guy.” I said then left him behind, transferring to another place.

“Whatever your problem is, never commit suicide.” He chuckled.

I glared at him. “What if your problems are too stressful and your life is so chaotic? Will you not?”

“I won’t.” He said. “I’ve got lots of reasons to live. Besides, I want to have a family, have kids…”

I laughed. This guy sure is crazy. He almost sounded like my cousin, Rob, except much hotter and dreamier. “Kids? That’s, like, a stupid thing to say.”

“It isn’t.” He protested.

“It’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard from a guy.” I said, and meaning it. I never heard Ian talk about kids, nor Rob. I guess the guys I know are all playboys. Maybe this guy isn’t.

“Maybe you just never heard of your guy friends talk about them.” He said. Just as I thought. “Anyway, what are your problems, really?”

I stayed silent and stared at the ocean, reminding myself that I do not know this person and he might only laugh at me.

“You can tell me.” He said.

“Okay then.” I said, finally giving in. “I just broke up with my idiot of a boyfriend and ran away from home.”

He looked at me sympathetically. “Oh.”

I smirked. “Oh, why did I just tell you everything? I mean, I don’t even know you.”

“Oh.” He uttered. “You like me, isn’t it?”

I chuckled and stared at him in disbelief. “Excuse me, what?”

“I said, I think you like me.” He said.

“Really? I only met you a few seconds ago, and assuming that I like you.” I said as my eyebrows furrowed. Oh, famous Ian Ryder pick-up lines, can’t I take a break away from you?

“They say only the people who like you would really want to know your name.” He said, flipping his messy brunette hair.

“I see. I guess I shouldn’t ask for your name then.” I said. I looked at my watch and realized that I was in the club for almost two and a half hours. “I should go.”

He smiled at me and offered his hand for a handshake. “It was nice NOT meeting you.” He said.

I laughed and shook his hand. “Yeah. Nice not meeting you too.”

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Niall’s POV

Louis had been talking to a girl for more than five minutes. He left me alone inside the club, not telling me where he was going. After a minute of debating with myself whether to wait for him or not, I finally decided to go back to our suite. I was about to leave the bar when I saw a strange girl, sitting on a chair at the farthest and darkest place inside the bar.

“Hey.” I said as I approached her. She didn’t answer. “Hi there.”

“Oh, were you talking to me?” She asked. Her face went as red as a tomato after I nodded ‘yes.’ “Sorry. Um, hi.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked. I noticed that she hasn’t ordered anything or partied.

“Oh, I was just looking around.”  She smiled. “Honestly, I don’t even have any idea. My feet just brought me here.”

I figured out she didn’t have any plans of drinking nor partying. “You’re not the kind of person that goes to a place like this, right? Why are you here?”

“Just looking around.”  She said. “Trying to forget my problems.”

I smiled. She looked indeed confused but not problematic. She was smiling.

“Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself.” I said. “I’m Niall.”

“Niall? As in Niall Horan of One Direction?” She asked. She definitely had a clue.

“Yeah.”

“I thought Nialler’s name was unique.” She said. Nialler? She’s a Directioner! “You don’t happen to be the Niall Horan, right?”

Oops. Wrong move, Niall. I ran my fingers through my hair. I thought of a way to segue myself out of the situation. “Why? Do you think I’m Niall Horan?” I said in my best flirting voice.

“No.” She said sarcastically. “He’s too handsome to be you.”

“Nah. I’m far more handsome than he is.” I said. “And he’s a gay isn’t it?”

So I finally thought of something. I began acting like a Directionater who looked very much like Niall Horan. Luckily, she believed in me. Well, at least I think she believed in me.

“Actually…” She answered. “…I think he is.”

She left the bar, leaving me puzzled of her answer.