Monster (Niall Horan)

Chapter 4: Never

The next morning, I woke up tired as hell. I'm in Carlie's bed, as she's in mine. I look at the clock. It's ten-thirty. Wait, ten-thirty? My first class is at 9.  Oh well, who gives a damn anyway. I almost forgot what happened yesterday. Actually I still don't know. The last thing I remember was myself screaming at Niall. I still can't believe he did that. I need answers. I'm sure as hell that he ain't up yet, so I leave a note for Claire and get ready to hunt down where Niall's room is. I have absolutely no idea. I guess I'll just knock on a random door and see if anyone's there and ask. 

I grab my flip flops and grab a new my American Eagle hoodie and head out the door, making sure to close it quietly behind me. I walk to the guys' dorms and I know on the first one. It sure is smelly over here. I know what he was talking about now. Yuck. After a minute or two of waiting, I knock again. Finally, someone answers the door. "Umm, hey. Do you know where Niall Horan's room is at?" I ask quietly.

"Uh, 2nd floor, room 219 I think. Why?" He asks. 

"Oh uh, we were in an accident last night. I have to talk to him. Thanks!" I turn and start walking for the stairs. Room 219. Got it. I'm walking up the stairs and I greet a few guys heading back from their free periods and a couple of them wink at me. I just roll my eyes in return and keep heading up the stairs.

Once I reach floor two, I search for room 219. 219, 219. Where is it? I'm at 218 and 220, but there is no 219. What the heck? That's like, a janitors closet. There is no 219. What a jerk! That guy was so rude! I begin to walk over to room 218 and start to knock at their door to ask whoever is in there where Niall's dorm is. I lift up my hand and as I'm going to knock, I hear a door about 6 sets down, and a blonde comes out. He is heading the other way, but I can tell that it's him. "Niall!" I shout. He turns around.

"Sadie! You skipped class, too?" He asked.

"I just woke up and Carlie's still sleeping. I left her a note. Came up here to figure out what happened last night. You never told me. I want to know what happened to your hand. You have to tell me, Niall. Please?" I pleadingly ask him. He doesn't say anything at first and then shacks his head in a 'no' motion. "Niall. Come on! It can't be that bad! Did your hand get smashed or something or, or--" I was cut off.

"Just forget it. It doesn't matter, and now it's over with. Okay? I have to go get some food, I'm starved. Bye" He begins walking away and I go after him. I grab his shoulder and he turns around, looking right in my hazel eyes. His ocean blue eyes are staring right at me and I am caught up in the  moment that I'm too nervous what to say. "Do you need something?" He asks. "Because no one's getting in the way of my food. Seriously. I have to go."

"Niall, please tell me. This isn't some little joke like you play it off to be. You act all sweet and innocent around everyone, until it comes to this. Hell, you could've gotten ran over a train for god's sake. Just tell me!" I say right to him, still overwhelmed by the blueness of his gorgeous eyes.

His eyes turn cold and I can tell he's serious now, because he furrowed his eyebrows into a frown. "I said no, and I meant it, okay? Goodbye Sadie! Leave me alone, you uptight bitch! You never cared about me before, why do you now? You know what? I don't even care. Bye." He turns around and begins down the hallway and turns the corner to his left and exits the floor, leaving me completely stunned. Why was he so afraid to tell me? Was it really that bad? I just wish I knew. I guess I'll just go and ask Carlie, if she's up I guess.

Once I'm back to the dorm, I smell eggs and bacon. "What a sweetheart," I thought. How thoughtful of her to make some breakfast for us. I walk in to find her on the stove, cooking up some breakfast. "Carlie, you didn't have to do that! I could've gotten my own food!" I'm glad she did, though, because I was starving.