Chancy .AU. ||Niall Horan•Frat boy||

14.

-Lola's Pov-

Three weeks after Niall said those words, I couldn't get enough of my escape. The feeling of the bubbly liquid running down my throat was soothing. For these three weeks, I haven't stopped drinking.

Every night I would vanish and attend frat parties, but of course I would make sure Niall wouldn't be in sight and he never was.

Now I'm hooked on cocaine. The feeling of that being sniffed up my nose is comforting. To most people they hate it. Tazzy doesn't know what I'm doing, she only knows about the drinking. She has tried coaxing me out of it, but I can't and I won't.

Since going to parties every night I missed a couple of lectures. Lately, I feel free. I have the want too be rebellious. The adrenaline pumps through my veins all the time.

Right now? Im standing outside the tattoo parlor waiting to get my first tattoo done. Something simple and cute.

"Lola Smith?" The big, tattooed, bald man asked. When I stood he smiled and held the door open for me.

"What can I do for you darling?" he asked while helping me up on to the chair.

"I want something cute but has a meaning? Have any ideas?" He scratched his head and tapped his chin.

"What do you want it to represent?Love, family, friends?" He asked while cleaning the pen.

"Heartbroken. I have an Idea" I grinned and lifted up my oversized hoodie to reveal my ribcage.

"Are you happy with that ma'am?" He smiled at me as I took the money out of my purse.

"Yes delighted thank you. Actually before I go do you think I could get a couple of piercings?" My eyes wandered over the rings and stubs in a glass box.

"Where love?" I pointed to my belly button, ears and the top of my left ear.

Holy shit. The piercing was painful. I've officially blown all my money on the tattoo and piercings. Now I can't buy any drink. Crap.

"Taz you home?" I shouted when I entered the dorm.

"Yeah babe in here" She popped her head out the door. Her hair was half done and her makeup was flawless.

"Oh where you going?" I asked as I sat on the toilet admiring her. I fell in love with her tattoos and piercings. Thats what encouraged me too do it.

"Party in the frat house. Want to join?" She smiled and I nodded. Yes free booze.

I plugged in my curler and started on my hair. When I finished I brushed it out so It looked like beach waves. Ever since I moved into this dorm I figured out how too wear makeup, professionally.

My eyes were dark and the liquid eyeliner was thick making my eyelashes look huge. Then I swiped the mascara over my lashes to give them volume. My eye makeup always made my eyes "pop".

"Taz? What do you think I should wear?" I asked while staring into my wardrobe.

"Here wear these" She handed me tight, black leather shorts and a wine netted top, that showed a lot of cleavage. It literally just covered my boobs. I felt way too exposed.

When I was dressed she handed me a pain of black platform heels that were massive.

"OH MY GOD YOU GOT A TAT AND PIERCINGS!" She cried and covered her mouth.

"MY BABY IS GROWING UP" She fake cried and collapsed on her bed.

"I had too grow up sometime" I stuck my tongue out and her and then there was a knock on the door.