Never Forget You (Niall Horan Fan Fic)

Chapter 4

"Ashley how have you been feeling for the past week?" My psychiatrist asks.

I stay silent. Until I open my little mouth.

"Good, just pain but nothing much." I say staring out into space

"Ashley just forget about what happened the other night" She says.

"Forget, you say? HOW CAN I FORGET?" I yell at the top of my lungs throwing a pillow.

"I'm sorry Ashley control your temper." I sit still wanting for her to stop scolding me like a damn child.

"Now Ashley I want to give you a new medication-"

I think of what Morgan said "The bitch needs to keep you on two, tell her that!"

"No I want only my normal three."

"Ashley, but the memories are coming back and that stress from the other night.."

I'm tired of this I'm not 16 and got in a fight at high school, I'm a fucking 21 year old that can do what she wants.

"Look Dr.S, I don't give a fuck I just won't take it or spend my money on it, I can control my temper, I haven't had any memories. I have no stress it was a normal night again."

I roll my eyes as my phone buzzes.

I pull it out.

"Ashley no phones during the session."

"I can fucking do what I want just let me look at it."

She stays silent so I carry on.

-Hey, how ya doin from the other night?- Niall

Yep I got his number because it was mandatory for the court.

-Sorry gotta talk to you later am at my psychiatrist's-Ashley xx I look up, The clock shows

(6:30)

Times up and I'm so fucking glad the bitch is getting on my nerves.

I walk home thinking to myself

What did I do to deserve this life? Then I start thinking about that Niall guy, he was nice, I wonder why he's here if he has an irish accent. Maybe vacation? No, he seems like he's at home. I just like to wonder things.

I get to my flat and shove the key in the lock. Opening it again, walking in it again, where it is lonely, and it always will be. I will never find love or have children or simply be happy. I'm surprised my job hired me. I'm a business worker that works for lawyers. I file papers and help them figure out cases and everything. It sucks. I wanted to be an artist or even a singer.

I grab a bottle of whiskey and take a drink. Then I look at the digital clock beside my table, 7:54 it says. I decide to text Niall

-Hey session over- Ashley

-Hey! So are you okay?- Niall

-Yea, I've had worse pain- Ashley

-What do you mean?- Niall

-I would like to talk to you in person if we are going to discuss this- Ashley

-Well what time do you get off from work?- Niall

-About 4, so how about some coffee tomorrow?- Ashley

-Wonderful see you then!- Niall xx