The Joke

Chapter 8

Niall's POV

I'm gonna lose it.

She left in the middle of the night, walking alone. What the hell did she have in her mind to do this?Especially alone at 3 am? What did make her take this decision!?

Fuck, it's not time for thinking right now.

I'm running to my car and leave immediately. I have a serious headache and my eyes are burning me. Shit, how much did I drink?

The road is almost empty, only few cars can been seen. It's freezing cold and it's going to rain soon. I'm driving like mad, looking left and right, right and left, only to see if I spot Annie somewhere. I know, she can't be far away.

The weather is being harder, my vision darker. I'm driving about one hour, looking for her,  but she's nowhere to be found. I'm really losing it now.

The only opened store is a bar, "Starf*cks" is called. It's a bad rumored night club, where only junkies and jerks go for drink. I've got a feeling that she's here. Annie's here.

I stop the car, parking it and go closer to a men company, who are standing outside the bar and are holding drinks in their hands.

"Hey dudes," I begin. All of them turn to face me.

"Who are you?" the one with an unshaven face and a cigarette on his mouth, asks me.

Luckily they don't know me.

"He's a member of the new boyband,  One..One Domination?" another one speaks.

I spoke too fast.

"Direction. I'm looking for-" I speak and stop when I spot her little suitcase, some meters away.

The men return to their conversation and I go closer to Annie's thing. I look around , start shouting her name. She can't be far.

"Tell me where the fuck he went her to!" I demand the drinkers.

" Who?" one of them asks.

" A girl was going across this street," I point to the ground, " some minutes ago and someone like you attached her!" I inform them, trying to calm my nerves.

"Oh," the one with a long beard says and laughs.

Was I funny? Do they want to see the bad side of me?

"It was Kevin," he finally speaks as he stopped laughing.

I don't fucking care about his fucking name.

"Where are they now?" I ask, me on edge.

" Don't know, don't care. He is having a good night tonight, I guess.." he smirks, looking at the other assholes.

Don't punch him. Don't do it. Don't break his teeth. Don't break his nose. Do it for her. You have to get more information. For her. Just for her. My subconscious is trying its best to calm me down.

I shut my eyes for a moment, "Give me his number," my voice lower than before.

"Do you think we're so easy to cooperate with you? Seriously?" the one whom I was talking with, opens his fucking mouth and is trying to make a deal with me. Do it for her.

"What do you want anyway?" I yell, running my fingers through my messy hair.

" Money, what else?" he smiles and their mates do so.

I open my pockets to give them whatever I have and throw it on their faces.

"Hurry and give me his number!" I demand for the second time and they seem to oblige.