My Heart's a Stereo

nine

Niall's POV:

I really don't want to be here. I'm not old enough to drink so they won't serve me. This place fucking blows. The band playing is kinda nice but I really don't care.

"Niall mate. You look sad." No shit louis I miss my girl.

"Nah man, just tired." He's so drunk he doesn't even hear me before he's gone to get another drink.

There's couples all around me. Kate and, is that her husband? Where's Harry? Louis and some girl with dark hair that is obviously not Eleanor. Her hair is to short to be her. I just want Lauren.

I pull my phone out and still no text or call from her. I mean, I know she's busy and I know she's got a lot to deal with but I would really like to know if she even landed.

*just making sure you landed safely*

I text her hoping to get at least a K from her. I slide my phone back in y pocket and before my fingers leave it I have a reply.

*I did, thank you. I'm on my way to the hospital to see Frank.*

At least she landed and she's alive. Damn Horan, you've got it bad. I decide I've had enough time to sulk in my misery so I try to find the lads and get louis to get me a drink. I don't find any of them but a girl finds me.

She's your typical LA girl. Lon bottle blonde hair with purple contacts in her eyes. She barely has anything covering her very noticeable fake boobs. She grabs my arm and leans into me.

"Hey you're Niall Horan. Wanna make out?" she tries to kiss me but I pull away.

I don't want to kiss her. She's all plastic. I don't even think her lips are real. Fuck the drink, I've gotta get out of here. I finally find Harry. Is he wearing the same shirt as the girl making out with Louis earlier?

"I'm headed back to the hotel."

He doesn't look at me. It looks like his eyes are fixed on someone at the other end of the bar. It doesn't matter who at this point, it's probably Kate with her tongue down Ryan's throat. As soon as I step outside the club I regret not bringing a jacket. For it being so warm during the day here, it's fucking cold at night.

I go to text Lauren and see that called me over 2 hours ago. I'd call her now but it's 5 a.m. and I know she's asleep. Instead, I just go back to the hotel so I can drink in peace until I pass out.

By the time I get back I don't even want to drink anymore. All I do is kick off my shoes and fall asleep on the couch.

The guys come in at 5 in the morning and wake me up. I might as well call Lauren and see if she's awake. I miss her face so much that I decide to FaceTime her. Please answer, please.

"Well hey there cutie." she looks so cute with bed head.

"Hey yourself. How's everything there?" I try to contain my joy in seeing her.

"Great. Just hanging with the dogs" the screen pulls away from her face so she can show off her dogs. Her fucking gigantic dogs!

"Damn, this are some big dogs. This the only guys you're sleeping with?" yeah, I know a little controlling but I hope she doesn't notice.

Well there was this one guy in LA but he's long gone now." I don't know if it's her joke or her wink but I can't help but laugh. I think I se a hint of pain behind her eyes.

"How's frank? What happened anyway?" Yep, pain. Nothing but pain in her eyes now.

Even through the pain and her tears I know she loves him. I can only thing I can think of when she talks is that I want to be there with her. I want to wrap my arms around her and let her cur into my chest again. My heart breaks for her.