This Love 2

chapter 4

Songs for this Chapter:

Young & Beautiful - Lana Del Ray

All Of Me- John Legend

When You Look Me In The Eyes - Jonas Brothers ( leaVE ME ALONE I KNOW IT'S OLD)

Niall's P.O.V

"I'll be back later." I shake Harry's shoulder to let him know. He hums okay in his sleep. Piper is deeply cuddled under him, reminding me of Cleo and I. My car is immediately started when I jog to it, the street lights are still lit since it's four in the morning. I know I told Cleo to stop drinking, but I feel the need to. She just does it for the hell of it, I don't want to accept the fact that my girlfriend cut her beautiful body over me. Even though this isn't my fault, it is in a way because I broke up with her.

"This isn't strong enough." I wave for the bartender to come fix my alcohol. He nods, taking it away and the clouds above my head picture Cleo picking up a razor and applying it heavily to her skin. Many other people don't understand why she cuts herself, she gets stressed out and overwhelmed, but it hurts me so much to the extent that I want to break down and cry even worse that Cleo does.

Shit, this is the strongest drink I've ever had, but the more it burns the quicker I'll forget. After the sixth drink, I still can't forget. The bartender just brings me three shots of straight Smirnoff, so that I can stop making him bring big cups back to back.

Cleo cuts herself. She cuts herself. My girlfriend cuts herself, my baby. My poor baby. I could've prevented this.

The thoughts are strongly polluted repeatedly in my head. I want to help her, the last thing I should've done was leaving her standing in my nothing, but a bra and panties, with tears rushing down her face when I left. My lips pressed against her forehead, her eyes closed, then I left. I just ran out.

"He's over there," A young bartender points the two men in blue uniforms at me. The bar isn't trashed. I am.

"How old are you, boy?" The cops ask me, putting the handcuffs on my wrists. These are way too fucking tight on my wrists, but it's not like they'll care.

"No, I want to see your I.D instead. You could be lying to us," The old cop pats me down, but I'm too drunk to even retaliate.

"He's not 21, just 20." My wallet is shoved back in my jeans and I'm jerked outside to get inside the police car.

"It's cold back here." I slur in the backseat. A turn at the corner makes me fall over, but I don't make an effort to sit back up, that'll take a lot of work. I stumble up into the jailhouse and they grab my thumb, dip it in this shitty ink and press it on a piece of paper. The laughing stops while they take my picture and permanently pauses when I put on an orange ratty uniform, then it hits me that I did lash out in the bar, then I broke down out of no where. I'm sure it did look suspicious from a different aspect.

"You get one phone call, hurry up." The man bosses me around.

Harry: Hello?

Me: It's me Niall. I'm calling from this Sianace Jail, I got arrested. Could you come get me? But I can't be picked up until tonight at 7 o'clock.

Harry: It's only six in the morning, what the hell am I supposed to tell Cleo?

Me: Um, I'm not sure. My call time is almost up, it's four thousand to bail me out, I'll pay you back, but if I don't get out at 7, then I have to stay in here for half of the year.

Harry: I'll just have Piper take Cleo somewhere together, I don't know. Alright, I'll be there later. I swear if you did something stupid, I'm leaving you there.