If I Knew

Chapter Nineteen

CHAPTER NINETEEN

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NIALL POV

It wasn't my fault. No. It wasn't. I had made a mistake, but it wasn't my fault.

UGH.

Either way I just wanted to clear this sh*t up! Why wouldn't she f*cking let me talk to her?!

Jeez.

I kept driving until I realized I was near a bar.

F*ck it.

What do I have to lose? I pulled into the parking lot, parked the car and went inside.

I didn't want to deal with this bullsh*t anymore. I think I was over frustrating myself.

I walked in and ordered a beer. I was watching something on the tv, I can't remember what it was though. I was getting a pretty strong buzz.

I ordered a couple of more beers before I KNEW I was completely wasted. One of the waitresses came over to me and tapped me on the shoulder.

"Do you need me to call someone to come pick you up?"

I guess it was pretty late already.

"No I'm fine thanks."

I paid and walked out. I looked at my phone, I couldn't tell if it said 3 or 8 missed calls.

Oh well.

I stumbled over to my car and got in.

After about 5 minutes of driving I realized I had to take a piss.

I got out of the car and walked into a drug store. I ran to the bathroom. After I released my liquids, and washed my hands, I walked out.

As I was about to walk out of the store, I heard someone scream.

"Holy fuuu.... Hi little girl."

"Mommy it's him!!!" She was screaming and jumping up and down.

"She's a huge fan." The little girls mom said.

"I can tell, haha."

"Can she have a picture with you?"

"Of course!" I said.

I rubbed my eyes trying to make myself look more awake and alive. After we snapped a quick photo I signed her little purse and we went our separate ways.

I got back in the car and began to drive away. I turned up the music and started rocking out with it. I screamed and sang at the top of my lungs and didn't care who stared.

I was Niall f*cking Horan for God's sake. I shouldn't even be in any drama. I drove away.

I decided I was going to stop trying to convince Janice that it was an accident. If she didn't want to listen to me, then that was okay.

I didn't care anymore. I was going to be happy with Leslie and live my life.

I began to sing along to the song that was playing.

I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds and the next time I opened them, I was in a white room.