Forgotten || n.h

Chapter Three

"You're awake early." Sam beams, as she walks towards the coffee maker, placing a cup underneath it.

"It became a hobby." I shrug, she nods.

"So? Let's go!" She beams.

"Where??" I ask, brows furrowed.

"Shopping!" She says, before i could protest, she walks inside the room. I groan. Shopping doesn't seem to come in mind since i got here, so i was surprised to find a good amount of cash with me.

I got dressed, i watch the tree's sway with the cold breeze, so wearing a tanktop won't be much of a good idea. I wore my white sweater that had "Too Good For You" printed on the front, paired with my daily jeans and black Vans, i tie my hair in a side braid, pushing it on my right shoulder. I follow Sam to the car, this time she drove, it wasn't as bad as Mason told me it would be, I'm thankful. I talked to Mason for the first time since my hiding this morning, Sam told him i was here, so he asked how i was, it was a relief to talk to an old friend, but the relief vanishes quickly, and guilt and hurt replaces it. It's hard to control my switch of emotions. When i first got to London, i broke down, mentally. My mom called and told me it would be a good idea to check a therapist, i protested at first, but she explained that i needed to, so i eventually agreed. It helped. Not much though. After two days, i stopped seeing her, the Therapist. I didn't want her to think i'm psycho freak and give me meds and antibiotics.

"Earth to Skylar." I shook away my thoughts, Sam snaps a finger infront of my face as she giggles.

"Stop thinking too much. We're here." She says, pulling the keys off the ignition. I follow her inside the mall.

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I couldn't feel my feet, we've been walking in and out of shops, she has literally dragged me everywhere. I giggled as she pushes through a line, and play tug of war with a lady for this damn heels. I could say we have tried on every clothing in this entire mall, no doubt.

"Look, can we rest. My feet is aching. God." I whine, she sighs and nods. We walk towards subway, getting us some sandwiches.

"So where did you meet this band of yours?" I ask her, chewing on a French fry.

"Well, back in Seattle i met Jason who played bass, then we joined this little contest, and i found out Mason could play drums. We needed one more instrument so we put up auditions and that's where Eric came in, he plays keys, and they force me to sing lead. And that is our fascinating story." She giggles. I smile nodding.

"Well are you planning on crashing anymore stores, cause if you are I'm out. My feet is killing me." I whine, she laughs.

"Seeing your bestfriend in pain is not funny!" I tell her, she grins lightly as we walk out the mall, carrying the shopping bags with us.

Its funny to think we spent nearly 4 hours in the mall, wow. Its 1:00 pm and I've got the whole day to use netflix till the day ends. Sam will be attending rehearsal so, i have the apartment to myself. I grin lightly. She asks to borrow my car and i agree, she drops me off with me carrying the dozen bags inside. So much for being a bestfriend. I pull of my shoes and relief washes through me. I drop the bags in the room for us to ruffle in later, as i grab my computer, propping myself on the sofa. I made myself a bowl of popcorn and shut the lights, readying myself for a movie marathon. I end up watching the devastating story of The Vow, which gets me teary eyes near the middle. Ugh. Sometimes I'd compare myself to the characters of the movies i watch, its impossible not too, when i do, everything about me turns into a flaw. Like i myself is a flaw. A whole mistake. I watch Hunger Games right after The Vow. I see Peeta as Niall and Katniss as me, they can't live without eachother, and they'd rather both die than lose one, its funny how its 80% like us, it hurts, a heavy pain slams against my chest, as i fight the tears, i stop watching and make myself a cup of coffee. My finger brushes along Niall's name on my phone, i want to see him, i want to hear him. I click call and in an instant it directs me to voicemail where i hear his voice. The light's come on, exposing Sam standing by the doorframe.

"Hey!" She beams, as she takes off her coat.

"Hey! How's rehearsal?" I ask, starting a topic before she starts one that i won't like.

"It's okay." She shrugs.

"The show is in an hour so I'm probably supposed to tell you to get ready." She adds, i roll my eyes and walk in the room.

I take a 15 minute shower, Sam followed when i finish. I pulled out the white shirt i bought from one of the shopping bags that had a trail of flying birds on the front and below it was "Be free" printed on it, paired with a black skater skirt and my black Vans. I let my hair down, with loose curls on the end. 5 minutes to successfully do my makeup the way i wanted, a stroke of mascara, a thin line of eyeliner, i add red to my pale cheeks to look much healthier, the make up makes the bags under my eyes disappear and i am content with what i have done.

"You ready?" Sam asks, i nod, as we walk to the car. I was excited to see them play for the first time, i was excited to see Mason again, and meet the other members in the band.

We reach a little club like place, it had a huge stage, dining tables surround the room, it was like a restaurant, really. I take a seat in the front row, as Sam walks towards her band mates, and there i saw the guys in the picture i saw in her room, Mason catches my eyes and walks towards me.

"Hey!" I say, excitement mixed with the pain the memory has brought me rushes through me.

"How have you been?" Everyone seems to asks me all the same questions.

"I don't know." I shrug, he squeezes my shoulder and sends me a reassuring smile.

"You can do it. You're strong. But there's something you need to know-"

"Mason please.." I stop him with a warning look.

"I came here to enjoy your music, so please don't ruin it for me.." I plead, he nods, and hugs me. I tell him goodluck, as they walk on the stage.

"Good evening everyone! We are Living Wild!" Sam yells, the crowd cheers as i shout along, matching screams.

"This is Beautiful Nightmare!" The guy behind the bass who must be Jason says.

The music starts, and i found myself swaying to the rhythm. Its catchy, and i love it. Sam starts to sing and the crowd goes wild. The cheers are loud, but the loudness evaporates everything in me, and i feel light and happy all of the sudden. Alcohol was never a thing for me, but a waiter gives it to me, at first i thought it was juice, but when i took a sip, a sensational bitterness burns my throat, my eyes squint, as i shook my head. Once it reaches my stomach, i could feel myself lighten, like a huge amount of weight has been lift from my shoulders, i avoid taking another, since the affect was fast, i found my head pounding and spinning. After two songs, Sam walks down the stage.

"You are amazing!" I tell her.

"Thank you! Oh God. The adrenaline rush you get when you stand there is awesome!" She squeals, i laugh lightly.

"Well you seem to be in a happy mood.." She tease.

"I may or may not have taken two drinks." I shrug, she hits me playfully on the arm.

"Since when did you learn to drink?!" She asks.

"I thought it was juice!" I say, she just laughs. My head pounds again. Ugh

"Hey, i need to go to the bathroom.." I tell her, she nods, as i walk through the crowd, i could feel sweat dripping my forehead, i would get bump by a different person every once in a while which causes my head to pound harder. I groan at the pain, my eyes squinting shut, before i could open it, i bump into a person and this time i fall over.

"Shit." I cursed.

"I'm so sorry." I say, i stroke my hair away from my face, and stare at person underneath me. My breath hitches, my heart stops.

"It's fine." He says, he helps me up, without a word i just stand there staring at him, this must be a dream. Or the alcohol has fully controlled my imaginations.

"Well I'm really sorry miss, i need to go." He escapes through the crowd until he disappears, my heart is in my throat now and i can't breathe. He just called me Miss. And that he, is Niall Horan.

Has he Forgotten?