“Louis what the hell?” I angrily asked him, once we were out of Jo’s house. Louis turned around, “Give me your keys, Niall,” he commanded. I shook my head, “No, I wanna talk to Jo!”
“Niall, you’re drunk! You can’t talk to Jo, you’ll ruin your friendship between you two!”
“I want something more!” I exclaimed. Louis’s eyes widened, but he reached into the pocket of my jacket, grabbing my keys before I could react, “This isn’t a good place to talk about this,” Louis mumbled, looking around at the paparazzi surrounding the place.
“I want to talk to her again,” I argued. Louis didn’t say anything. He simply grabbed his phone and called someone, “Harry, I need you to come outside to take Niall’s keys… Yeah, sorry, you’ll have to drive it back; he’s kind of drunk… I don’t even know, just come out here.”
Louis hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket.
“You know, I’m fine. I don’t have to leave. I just want to hang out here for longer,” I told Louis. He sighed and shook his head, “Sorry, Niall, but you really should go home. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow feeling devastated because of one night.”
“Whatever,” I angrily mumbled to myself. I crossed my arms and waited for Harry to come out. I don’t know why I’m letting Louis control me. I’m not a kid; I can do whatever I want.
I headed back towards the house. Louis instantly ran after me, “What the hell, Niall?” he asked, angrily. He grabbed my arm, trying to pull me back towards his car. I yanked away from his grip and turned around to face him, “Why do you keep doing this?”
“You are drunk, I’m not letting you go back in,” Louis said. He gripped my arm again. I was pissed, “Stop it!” I yelled at him. Louis groaned, “Come on, Niall. I don’t need this right now.”
“Then stop treating me like a two year old!” I argued. Louis nervously looked around the lawn. Some of the paparazzi was starting to notice that there was something going on between us, “Niall, please, shut up, the paparazzi are going to realize something is wrong.”
“Let them, I don’t give a damn,” I muttered. Louis was nervously glancing around, wondering if he should pull me towards his car again, “Harry where the hell are you?” he mumbled under his breath.
Louis gave up on me and just dragged me towards the car. I knew that paparazzi were already taking pictures, but I didn’t care. Then, Harry walked out, “Um, hey guys?”
“Here’s the keys,” Louis tossed Harry the keys. Harry caught them and shoved them in his pocket. He walked over to Lou and me, “Need any help, Lou?”
“That would be nice,” Louis replied, as he tried to drag me towards the passenger seat of his car. Harry decided to help Louis. With both of them working to get me into the car, they succeeded. I tried to get out, but they closed the door, locking it behind me. I groaned, finally giving up. I crossed my arms and leaned back against the seat. Louis got in the driver’s seat and started up the car.
The ride was silent, as we drove down the road. Louis seemed annoyed by me, but I didn’t really care. I think I deserve to act this way. Their lives are so simple. Louis has a perfect girlfriend who loves him back. All his siblings are alive. He doesn’t have a mind that scares him sometimes.
“It isn’t fair that I get treated like this,” I mumbled, interrupting our silence. Louis glanced at me, confused, “What are you talking about?”
“Your life is perfect… and you won’t even let me have any fun…” I muttered.
“Your life is perfect, too, Ni.”
Those were the worst six words that have ever come out of his mouth. He can’t actually be serious, right? Well, he doesn’t even know what my thoughts have been like ever since his death. I sighed and shook my head.
Louis looked at me confused, but stopped talking. I was glad for that. I don’t wanna have him forcing me to explain myself. I don’t want to have to tell him the whole story. Even if I might be drunk, I still can’t let that slip out.
The rest of the ride was silent, and Louis finally pulled up into the driveway of my flat. I got out, and I saw Louis follow behind me, “Why are you coming?”
“I’m staying at your flat for the night,” he told me, not answering my question. I groaned, “I’m sober now, Lou,” I lied. Louis rolled his eyes, “Whatever, I’m still staying at your flat. I don’t care what you say.”
I decided to not argue; I knew that it wouldn’t get me anywhere. I pulled my house key out of my pocket and fumbled with the key, trying to push it into the lock. My movements were uncoordinated, but I finally got the key in the lock. I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. I stumbled inside and towards my room, ignoring Louis.
I headed into my room and then stripped off my clothes and then pulled on pair of pajama pants. I pulled the covers back a little and climbed into bed. For some reason, I was really pissed. I just wanted to sleep and have an escape from reality for a little. The alcohol had worn me down, so I almost instantly fell asleep.
