Make Me Break (n.h. + h.s.)(Punk!Niall)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

The smell of alcohol mixed with sweat assaulted my nose as I entered basically what was my second home. 

Music shook the building.

People moved in sync on the dance floor.

Clouds of smoke filled the air.

A friendly smile greets me at the bar.

My hands grasp around the neck of the two bottles.

The red head to my left winks at me as she kisses my cheek.

The blonde to my right runs her hands up my leg, a seductive smile on her face.

I only laugh, tipping one of the bottles back to let the liquid slide down my throat. 

This was my life now... Well for the most part.

Sex.

Drugs.

And of course... Alcohol. 

I wish I could say that it made me happy... but it didn't. 

The sex didn't take away the pain, I always found myself comparing whoever the unfortunate lady or bloke was to him.

The drugs worked for the first few hours, but they always wore off... The memories of him always came back. 

The alcohol helped numb it, making it seem like it was never there in the first place. It made me feel like I was floating, and that he never existed. I of course always woke up the next morning with a headache the size of America. I'd always have someone fast asleep next to me, either gender, and there was always evidence of drug use around the cheap hotel room. 

I knew I was walking across a fragile line.

One day... I might take a few too many drugs.

Maybe I'll scorn a serial killer

Or if I was lucky, just die of good old alcohol poisoning. 

But that day isn't today, nor is it tomorrow.

I wouldn't change it, cause in a way, when I was walking across this fragile line, I felt alive.

More alive than I felt when I didn't have the drugs in my system or the buzz of the alcohol. 

"Ni?" The red head on my left was looking at me with curiosity clear in her eyes.

"What is it babe?" 

"What's this one mean?" She pointed to one of the many tattoos that littered my body. 

"That's for me to know Ginger."

"It's Holly."

"Whatever you say babe." I took another sip out of the bottle, my eyes not leaving hers. She didn't need to know about the damn tattoo. It's personal.... 

They say take away a man's pen and paper, his body becomes his canvas.

My body was littered with the words I couldn't say, but no one knew that. They just saw them as random doodles.

No...

Every single one of them has a story. 

"So, Niall... Holly and I... We were thinking of maybe you know... Getting out of here. Wanna come?" Blonde on my right bites her lip, she probably thinks that makes me all hot and bothered.

It's quite the opposite, but who am I to turn down sex? 

"Sure Blondie."

"It's Grace..."