HeartBeat[Niall Horan]

Chapter 15

I've done nothing all day and it's really annoying me. Niall is out with his mate and I want to call Harry but he's at college and Niall would flip anyway. I know he strongly dislikes him I can tell by the way he sort of 'storms out' the room when I get a text from him. In a way it's cute but I need him to know there is nothing between Harry and I. We are friends and Harry knows I love Niall. I pick myself off the bed and walk into the kitchen to find something to eat. I need to call Niall and tell him to go to the grocery store and get some food. I make myself a quick peanutbutter sandwich and I find myself sitting on the couch, which is where I've spent nearly my whole day.

I stop just before sitting down realising the couch is rather wonky. I place the plate down and go to push the couch back into the place. The clicking of bottles is heard and my heart drops. Really, I don't want to look but I know I have to. Behind it are endless number of beer and liquor bottles. What the hell? I know Niall drinks alot but this much? Did our break up really affect him this much? I want to cry but that's stupid. Looking at the mess reminds me of before and It's hard to handle. I know for a fact that this mess is my fault. I left him without giving him a chance to explain himself. It's my fault he got run over. If he hadn't been drinking he would of been fine but he wasn't. And it's my fault, the whole thing. I need to clear it up but right now I just stare at it as if it's some painting at an art gallery. I can't bring myself to it so I just walk away. I shouldn't but the memories are too painful. After finishing my sandwich I turn on the tv. There has to be something decent on. Nothing. I think about calling Niall but I might disturb him. Oh what the heck he's disturbed me many times this one time won't hurt. I grab my phone off the side and search him in my recents. I click his name and bring it to my ear. The phone rings but no one answers.

What?

I try again, this time crossing my fingers hoping he will pick up. Can he not hear his phone going off or is it on silent?

I try another three times but still nothing so I just leave him a message asking when he will be back. I sit for a few moment trying to decide on what to do with myself. If I was in college this kind of stuff wouldn't happen. I might aswell go to the grocery store myself. And then maybe clear those bottles. Or just leave them, no I should clear them. Or should I get Niall to do it. Fuck that.

I adjust my hair and makeup and make a quick note of what's needed and head out the apartment. The cold wind whips againts my skin and I fold my arms across me to keep me warm. I know it's only february but it really ought to start getting warm soon. I try to get to the store as quickly as possible to get out the cold and I find myself shivering by the time I step through the shop doors. The warmness welcomes me and I embrace it before getting out the list I made.

NIALLS POV.

"Dude, I told you I'm not drinking" I huff, leaning againts the counter of this small ass crowded kitchen. I dont even know why I'm at this fucking party anyway. This was supposed to be a catch up with a mate and look where that fucking turned out. Ever since I left that damn school everyone seems to love me and so they even throw a fucking party in the middle of the day just to have a catch up. Fucking logic right there. In my opinion I think they are all here just to get drunk, this no catch up. It all seems so surreal, the fact that I have a decent amout of friends now. It's all thanks to Lilly to be honest. Before her no one really gave a shit about me and only came to me when they wanted something.

"I'm going home" I say flatly, not that anyone is even listening and turn to walk away but some chick with bright red hair steps out of no where.

"Watch where you're fucking going" I growl taking in her full appearence. Her face is covered in make up and she has a nose and mouth peircing. I would say she's pretty if she didn't have all that shit load of makeup.