A Week Was All It Took (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty-Three

A few hours later I managed to find my self on the roof of the hotel. I was in desperate need of fresh air. The vodka bottle was in my right hand nearly empty. It wasn't my brightest hour if I was being honest. My mascara was probably running down my face. My eyes red, words slurring.

"You trembled like you'd seen a ghost and I gave in." I sang trying to balance myself.

"I lack the things you need the most, you said where have you been." I sang climbing on top of the ledge. Now, don't think awful of me. I wasn't trying to kill myself. That was the last thing on my mind. I was drunk and drunk people do stupid things. Don't even try to pin the whole, 'a drunk mans actions are a sober mans thoughts.' This was not the case.

"I've fallen from grace, took a blow to my face. I've loved and I've lost,
I've loved and I've lost." I continued sing forgetting some of the lyrics. I walked along the edge holding my arms out to balance my self.

"Explosions. On the day you wake up needing somebody and you've learned
It's okay to be afraid, but it will never be the same." I looked over the side down at the street. It was a long way down.

People are so stupid. Why would to want to die that way? Jumping from a building, falling to you're death. What If between the time you jump and the time you hit the ground you change your mind? It's a little to late then.

"You might not want to do that." A heard a voice say from behind me. I turned to see a guy stand in the corner. He had a cigarette in his mouth and threw it to the ground. "It's a long way down."

"Yeah, I know. I wasn't going to jump." I assured him. I positioned my self to get down.

"Let me help you." He said rushing over.

"I'm okay." I said but clearly I wasn't. He helped me any way. "I said I'm okay."

"Sorry I was just trying to help." He said.

"Sorry. I'm just not in the best of moods right now and clearly the vodka isn't helping." I said tossing the bottle to the ground.

"Are you even legal to drink?" He asked out of curiosity I assume.

"No," I said laughing tripping over my own feet. "I lack a few years."

"Clearly. You didn't look that old." He said trying to flirt.

"Don't you know who I am?" I asked confused. Anyone who's read a magazine or has a social network had knowledge of who I am.

"Am I suppose to?" He asked.

"I'm the whore? The one who split up Harry and Niall. The best friends?" I said.

"From that boy band?" He asked.

"Yes. From that boy band. I'm that whore. But I usually go by Zoey." I said holding my hand out for him to shake.

"Conner." He said shaking my hand. I took the time to take in his appearance. He was short and had dark hair. He looked to be bout 20. He was handsome but no where near as handsome as Niall. "I would say nice to meet you but I doubt you'll remember any of this tomorrow."

"You're probably right." I said laughing. "So know any good clubs to go to?"

"Yeah, I do. But do you think you should honestly be getting more drunk?" He asked.

"No, but do you honestly think you should be telling my what I should and shouldn't do?" I snapped back at him.

"Touché. Shall we?" He said holding his arm out for me to take. My phone began to ring and I took it out. The caller ID read Cassie. I quickly ignored it not wanting to talk to anyone.