Taciturn (Niall Horan)

CHAPTER 14 - Kiss and Run

I'm apologizing for being a sucker not updating last week.

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Nona’s POV

I'm sucking it up. I'm a mess. I shouldn't be here in the first place. I'm making everyone around me worried when they don't need to be.

Seriously, I can't think straight. I can't just comprehend anything but the words of that fan. I know I should not listen but at the same time it’s true. I'm nobody and don't deserve any of One Direction. Those words have easily got on me. And it hurts.

For the whole day, I've been avoiding everyone who has counted me as their friends. See? I suck it. Gail tried to talk to me but I refused. I just let her go down for dinner knowing that she's mad at me. I stayed behind, hiding under the covers; crying for all sakes. I don't know for how long but I just cry out. Surprisingly, I'm not tired and I'm still awake. I sit on the bed still crying. I tried to compose myself.

I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not here to give everyone a headache. They don't deserve to take me as their burden because I'm a worthless, dumb mute girl. Their tour would be better without me. I'm no one to be here. Actually, I've known Niall for a month and the rest, lesser. So who am I to join them, right? Just like what I said, I shouldn't be here in the first place.

Oh god. I'm a mess.

I rub my face with my hands. I need to go. I must leave.

I get out of the bed and get myself in the bathroom. I look at myself in the room and damn, I am a terribly mess. My hair is sticking out everywhere. I've got the puffiest eyes. And for sure, I could beat up Rudolph's nose for having the reddest. I wash my face to refresh and get the stingy feeling of my eyes. I dry myself with the towel and then brush my fingers through my hair. At least, I could leave this place with a decent look even though my eyes are still puffy.

I immediately go out of the bathroom and grab my suitcase to pack my things. When I think everything's in, I zip up my bag and I'm ready to go.

I drag myself way to the door. When I open the door...

"Hey, Nona." his Irish accent is so thick. "I was about to knock but for the record, you open it first."

Niall hiccups and giggles at the same time. I could smell the alcohol in his breathes. He's blushing red and about to lose his balance. He's drunk.

He leans forward and before he could even fall, I caught his shoulders with both of my hands. I pull him in and close the door. I put aside in my mind about leaving. I have to take good care of Niall first knowing I can't just leave with his drunken state.

I walk him to the couch and let him sit there. But Niall is a bit stubborn that he nudges me to sit with him so he puts his arms around my waist and pull me along; and that's how I end up sitting on his lap. He suddenly pulls me closer, nuzzling his nose in my neck. He groans when I tried to push him away. I want myself to be free but he is indeed stubborn; he has a very tight grip.

"Nona, I want you closer." then he pressed his lips against my skin.

I jump away from his lap and push him so I could stand up. I look at him with my bewildered gaze.

Okay. He's affectionate Niall when he's drunk but why is he doing this?

I shake my head to get back in the situation. I need to get a wet towel. Yeah, he'll need some. I get back to the bathroom and dip in the face towel in running water.

"Nona!"

I didn't know he's a whiner at this state. I'm like a housewife in panic because her husband went home drunk.