His girl; Sequel to SNA

Chapter 17: Bad nights

the previous chapter was 'good mornings' and i thought i should contradict it with this title,

idk,

hope you like it! i literally find it impossible to write chapters longer than 2 pages,

bear in mind this is on the night of niall's party [sorry for taking ages to update]

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'UPDATE' and 'PLEASE UPDATE SOON' will not make me update any sooner - sorry.

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Night time came quickly after a day of celebrating and partying until 2am.

Numbers were dwindling by the time it reached 3am, and that's when Niall and I found ourselves stood outside.

I looked down at his hand as he found my fingers in the dark September morning, rubbing his thumb over my hand tenderly. I shivered.

Blue eyes met blue eyes as he gave me a tired smile, cheeks still flushed from energetic dancing an hour prior.

I remembered when Louis knocked over the jug of water and opened my mouth, "So this morning, you were going to tell me your wish." I stated.

Niall, mostly drunk and partially ambulant, looked thoughtful for a while as he tried to sift through the memories of today.

"Oh!" He cracked a smile and released my hand to place it on my back, pulling me in so we were closer.

"I wished for…" He paused when he saw Rose and Zayn in the distance.
I turned towards them and saw Rose looking distraught, "Zayn...yeah, I know it's gonna be difficult. Zayn, we said we could work this out!"
Her hands clasped to her head as she sighed.

“No, Rose, we’ve tried working it out – look where that got us; back to day 1.” Zayn contradicted, swaying a little from the alcohol intake.

Niall let go of me and asked, "Should we go see them?"
I shook my head, "We should talk to them separately, right?"

After 10 minutes, I tentatively approached Rose. Cara and Harry had gone off somewhere, as had the others, so Rose and I were alone.

Zayn had gone outside to smoke; something, I noticed, that relieved stress.

“Rose, you okay? What was that all about?” I placed my hand slowly on her arm and let her cry into my shoulder. I let her cry for a few minutes, still able to hear the thrum of music from downstairs.

Rose lifted her head and wiped her eyes, smudging her mascara further. “I’m sorry for getting makeup on you.” She sobbed.

I smiled a little, “Don’t worry, I just want to know what happened. I can’t stand seeing you this upset.” I shook her gently and she inhaled and exhaled multiple times until her breathing steadied little by little.

“Me and Zayn…we were fighting because he’s leaving in a few days and we won’t see each other for ages. I’ve told him it’ll be fine, but maybe it won’t.” The brunette combed her waves out of her face and began to murmur in her Northern accent, “We can’t do this forever. It’s like every minute we’re apart is torture, yet when we’re together I’m walking on thin ice; and we end up drawing things out of thin air. All these arguments, it’s killing me.” She finished with a heaved lament – like a cry for help.