Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

Not Broken, Just Bent - Chapter 74

Chapter 74 yay! Finally!

Sorry it's been awhile. School has been a literal pain in the butt. I'm sick of it. I'm so ready for Christmas Break.

Anyways, I'm sorry for a dramatic last chapter ;) It seems like a lot of you like it :P

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Cole's P.O.V.

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I woke up from my sleep, but kept my eyes closed. I was laying on my back, with one hand to my side, and the other resting on my stomach. My head was turned, and I was facing my right shoulder. 

With each breath I took, by hand rose with my chest. I felt completely relaxed, and carefree in just that one moment, and then I felt the effects of my alcohol consumption, and I felt a heavy headache kick in. 

I groaned, and moved my hand up to my forehead, the cold touch feeling good against the pain. 

"She awakens!" I heard Harry say. 

"No I'm not," I complained back, and rolled over to my side, facing the inside of the couch, keeping to keep the light away from my eyelids. 

"See, I told you," I heard Harry say to someone, and then I heard a chuckle.

I opened my eyes for a second, and felt my heart race. I rolled over just a bit, and looked over my shoulder. 

"Oh my God." I said out loud, as I saw Niall sitting next to him. 

I mentally wanted to slap myself for being to stupid, but all I could do was lay there. Finally, I figured I was looking like an idiot, and I turned over, and pushed myself up from my spot on the couch. 

"I'm out," I called to back behind me.

I slipped on my shoes, and grabbed the bottle of vodka still sitting on the island, and as soon as I was going to walk out the door, I felt a hand grab me in the back by my sweater. 

I was pulled back by surprise, and I was face to face with Niall.

"We're going to talk," He told me.

"No, we're not. Not right now, anyways," I replied, and reached for the door again. 

He grabbed me by my shoulder, and turned me around again, and pointed at me.

"Yes, we are. You aren't going anywhere."

I opened the door behind me, and stared up at him.

"No we're not, and yes I am," I turned before he could grab me again, and walked outside. 

It felt much colder outside than when I had walked here, and then it hit me that I had left my coat inside the house, and I was just in my sweater. I walked at a steady pace, and I knew that Niall would be behind shortly. 

I didn't care that I was suffering through a blasted headache, and took the bottle, grabbed it by its neck, and brought it to my lips, taking in more liquid, leaving a strong stinging feeling in the back of my throat once again.

I could hear footsteps behind me, but I just kept drinking as much as I could before he caught up to me. 

"Cole, don't think you're walking away without talking to me first."