Forever Young - a One Direction love story

~Niall~

~Niall~

After messing things up a couple of times that night, Niall decided it would be best if he just left the party. It was starting to get a bit dull anyway. People were too drunk, and most of them couldn't stop themselves from vomiting and they also liked to pee every time they could, but most importantly, everywhere they wanted. Not cool. Besides, he wasn't feeling too well either. He wanted to just go home, have a good night sleep and face a terrible hangover in the morning. Okay, that part, he did not like so much, but who was he to stop a migraine?

Niall said bye to most of his friends and pulled his keys out of his pocket.

"Woah, Niall, you're not driving tonight, are you?" Liam said behind him.

"No, I just want to pick up a few things I left in my car and call a cab."

"Oh, fine. I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah sure."

Niall embraced his friend for a fraction of second and left toward the place where he'd parked his car. As he was approaching it, he saw someone bending next to it, checking it out or something. With a frown, he went closer and noticed it was a girl, probably around his age.

"Excuse me," he said. "That's my car."

The teenage girl jumped and turned around, wide-eyed, her mouth slightly open.

"Can I help you?" Niall asked.

She did not bother replying. She stared at him for a moment and, acting faster than anybody he'd seen before, she grabbed his keys from his hands, opened the car door, jumped in and locked herself in. She sat in the driver's seat and turned the ignition.

"Hey, hey!" Niall yelled. "You can't leave, that's my car!"

He banged on the car but the girl paid no attention to him. Before he knew it, she was driving away. Niall thought about running after her, but he knew it would do no good. He furiously ran his hands through his messy blonde hair and ran back to the party. He scanned the crowd, desperately trying to find Liam. He was sober, so he'd know what to do. Besides, he was his best friend.

But it was Liam who found him first.

"Hey, mate, I thought you were gone."

"She stole my car!" Niall exclaimed.

"What?"

"She drove it away. My car."

"Niall, are you feeling all right? You're not making any s--"

"She stole my car!" he repeated, frustrated.

"Ok, ok, calm down," Liam said slowly. "Who did?"

"I don't know. A girl. My wallet's in there. And food and my iPod and food and a bunch of things. We gotta find it Liam."

"Alright, look. You're drunk, and tired. Let's get you home. We'll take care of this tomorrow, ok?"

"No, tonight!"

"Niall, it's late. There's nothing we can do now. Here, I'll drive you."

"Fine," he said with a sigh.

 

 Liam smiled at him - or so it seemed. It was more of a faked smile, a forced one.

"You ok?" Niall asked.

"Yeah, yeah..."

"You want to stay here," he guessed.

"Well..."

"Who's she?"

"Who said anything about a girl?" said Liam, confused.

Niall started laughing and patted Liam's back.

"Dude, I know you. Don't worry about me, I'll get a cab."

"Nah, man, I said I'd drive you. I will drive you." He sighed sharply. "I don't know her anyway. Let's go."

He wrapped an arm around his friend, walked up to his own car and helped him get in.

"Eh, I don't feel well."

"Niall, you puke and my car and I kill you, get it?"

"Yeah..."

Liam closed the door for him, got in and drove away. They both went silent until they arrived at Niall's apartment.

"You can crash here if you want by the way," Niall said once they were there.

"Oh, sure. That way I'll be able to keep an eye on you."

"Believe it or not, I'm a big boy."

"Yeah, a big drunk boy."

Niall winced and groaned. "Bathroom," he managed to say before rushing over to the toilet.

"Ugh, gross," Liam muttered to himself as he got comfortable on the couch.

A few minutes later, Niall was out, all cleaned up.

"Alright," he said, "I'm off to bed. The couch is all yours. Good night."

"Thanks. Love you man."

"Yeah, you too..."

Niall jumped onto his bed and closed his eyes. He was so beat he didn't even have time to think about his stolen car. In a matter of seconds, he was already asleep.