Sober.

11 // More Than This

"The drunk in my brain, the hell in my soul."
-Drunk ( Written by Shea Avery on November 2009 )

I don't think I got a single second of sleep last night.

"Good morning sunshine." I smile looking down at a hungover Kelsey sprawled across the floor. Her hair was in every which way and her clothes were a wrinkled mess on her tall body.

A simple groan is uttered quietly from her body.

I stare at the mess on the floor, and for a moment I'm taken back to college.

This used to be me. I used to be the passed out drunk girl at every party.

She groans again snapping me back into mother mode.

"Cmon, drink this." I hold out the water bottle for her to take. He eyes slowly open and take in her surroundings, trying to piece together the events of last night.

"Thank you." She whispers pushing a few stray blue hairs out of her face. She looked like death and I knew she felt like it too.

"Let me get you some Advil." I step away and start to navigate my way through the large mansion, attempting to find any time of relief for Kelsey's throbbing headache.

I walk in room after room, each one having their own distinct flare until I open a white door to reveal a bathroom. I rummage through the draws till I find a bottle of pain relief pills.

"Here." I toss the bottle to Kelsey who was now sitting up on the floor, half asleep.

"Thank you." She weakly smiles and pops a few pills into her mouth followed by a large swig of water, just like how she downed one of her many beers last night.

"You're welcome." I sit across from her and run my hands over the fluffy white carpet that covered a large amount of space in this room.

"I should let you know now, I remember everything from last night."

"You do?"

"Yes. I always do."

"Oh." I was hoping she wouldn't remember what I admitted, because I wanted to forget it myself.

We sit in silence as she continues to drink her water, trying to feel well enough to continue speaking, while I sat in silence thinking about how much Lucas cares for me and how dumb I was to admit what I said. He is good to me, he always has been.

"Stop trying to talk yourself out of it."

"How did you-"

"I know that face, honey."

"Tell me what you think." I swallow wanting to know Kelsey's honest opinion on the subject.

"If you have any doubts, don't stay with him. You deserve someone who causes you nothing but happiness and peace. Someone who causes you worry, should be kicked out of your life."

"But he hasn't."

"He has. I see it in your face. You look mentally exhausted from all the fighting, from all the sacrifices you keep making to keep you two together. Shea. It's not worth the battle anymore. I'm sorry, I know that isn't what you want in your brain, but your heart is screaming it."

I sit in silence thinking about her words.

"Kelsey?"

"Yes?"

"I'm happy you're my friend." I smile at her and she smiles back.

"Me too, Shea."

~*

Now here I am standing at the gate of another large white mansion. I am no longer in Malibu, but in the rich air of Beverly Hills. I tap my foot nervously against the brick pathway waiting for someone to answer on the intercom system.

"Who is this?" The Irish accent rings through the speaker a foot away from my face, making me back up from the surprising loud volume of his voice.

"Shea Avery." I press the button and reply quickly.

"Oh another screaming fan." He pauses and I continue to stand at the gate nervously. His voice then erupts in laughter followed by a soft buzz and the gate starting to open.

I let out a large sigh of relief then continue my way up the path to see him leaning against a pole that kept up a portion of the second floor.

"Good morning, Shea." He smiles moving from his position and soon giving me a large hug that many had talked about before. I knew instantly I could trust him with some of my deeper work.

"Hello, Niall." I smile widely at the blonde one direction member.

"Ready to get working?" He continues and pulls me into the house. We make our way through a large hallway passing a large floor length mirror. I see my reflection for a brief moment, I wore a simple white T-shirt and a pair of high waisted daisy dukes with my hair tied up, due to not being able to take a shower before this meeting.

"Right in here." He guides me into a large room surrounded by windows and covered in couches, blankets, and pillows. I take a closer look at the room and notice a large grand piano in the corner and a few guitars lying around, either on stands or on a couch.

"I love this." I smile taking a seat on the couch closest to the piano as Niall takes a seat at the black piano bench.

"Me too." He smiles and starts to randomly play a few notes.

"Before we start, I always ask this, why did you choose me?" I ask taking out my journal from my large bulky purse.

"I like that you are new and undiscovered, just like me right now. I want to re invent my music because I'm now a solo artist and not apart of One Direction."

"Okay. What did you have in mind?"

"There's this girl that always brings me back home and I feel like it's about time she gets to be a muse to my music."

"Do you love her?"

"She's my best friend, we grew up together."

"That's adorable. Do you have anything written up?"

"I do." He scrambles through scrap pieces of paper till her lies one down in front of him on the piano and starts to play a chorus.

"Over and over the only truth is everything comes back to you." He sings with an upbeat tone. He was trying to make a pop song like how he once did with One Direction.

"That is all I have." He coughs then turns around to fully face me.

"Good start, but do you really want it to be upbeat?"

"I need a hit."

"Okay. Let's keep going then, this is your song."

"Why do you not think it should?"

"No no. It just sounds like a song where a stripped down version would be perfect, but you do need a hit, so let's write pop."

Hours pass, and soon I find myself back at LAX boarding the next plane back home to NYC. My phone let's off a soft buzz from my back pocket, I quickly fish it out to see a text from Hunter.

New Message from: Hunter

Want to help us writing our album shea babe?

"Remember don't let the sunlight change your starlight." I whisper to myself as I board the plane.

A/n

Short chapter but I feel like simple is perfect for this portion of the story.

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- a girl