Louis dragged me out of the house and into car, which was parked at the front steps. The door opened and Louis pushed me inside. I somehow manager to stumble into the backseat, but couldn't buckle my seatbelt.
"What's wrong with Niall?" Liam suspiciously asked Louis, because he could tell that I wasn't going to answer.
"He's drunk," Louis answered as he got in the car.
"What?" the boys chorused. Louis glanced back at me to see my blank expression as I stared out the window, "He told me that he saw Asher and Jo kissing in Jo's house and I guess he couldn't handle it. His house is a complete disaster because I believe he went crazy and started throwing things all around."
"Oh God... I'm sorry Niall," Harry said, but I didn't say anything.
"How do you expect him to be able to perform?" Liam asked, "He's completely wasted."
"I know, I know," Louis replied, "but I'm hoping we can take over his solos and just somehow force Niall into lip syncing the group parts. Maybe we can put him closer to the back, but we'll make sure he isn't asked anything in the interview, and if he is, well, we'll have to answer for him."
"Can't we just leave Niall out of this whole things by telling management?" Zayn asked, giving Louis a confused look. He shook his head, "No, management is already pissed at him for skipping a concert, so if they find out that Niall is drunk, he's screwed."
"Well, this ought to be an interesting show..." Zayn muttered.
*
We arrived at the building and I hadn't said a word the whole car ride. I simply stared out the window with a blank look on my face.
"Niall, come on, you need to get out," Liam demanded, grabbing my arm. I didn't have a chance to say anything because Liam had already pulled me up to my feet. I stumbled toward the exit and tripped over one of the seats. Liam immediately helped me back to my feet, hoping that no one saw that.
I drunkenly followed the boys into the building, suppressing my urge to yell at teh fans and tell them to shut up. Liam followed behind me to make sure I didn't stop in the middle.
We walked into the building and Liam quickly pulled me into the dressing room. I yanked my arm away from Liam and curled up on the couch, hiding my face in the cushions. As I just laid there, I could hear Liam explaining the situation to the stylists.
Within a couple minutes, Liam pulled me off the couch and forced me to stand, "Okay, obviously you're being very reluctant, so if you don't do as you're told, management is gonna really be on your arse," Liam said.
"Shut up," I muttered, trying to sit down on the couch again, but Liam wouldn't let me.
I stood there as Liam spouted out nonsense and scanned the room. I just saw normal faces until I hit an all-too-familiar one. I saw Jo standing beside one of the doors.
"Who the hell let her in?" I exclaimed, pointing at Jo who just evilly smirked at me. She had that annoying look of satisfaction because she knew that I had been so affected by her.
"What are you talking about?" Liam asked.
I could feel other people's eyes on me, but I didn't care, I was pissed. I couldn't believe that someone had the nerve to let her in here when they knew I was mad at her.
