Remember

Screw You

Chapter One! Hope you guys like it!

•Cassandra•

I threw my head back and laughed my embarrassing and loud, booming laugh, while stumbling into the second bar that night.

I was drunk.

Not too drunk, but drunk enough to realize that every object surrounding me had a little bit of fuzz outlining it.

I was drunk, yes, until I saw those eyes.

Those eyes could make me sober within two seconds, flat.

I hadn't seen eyes like those in a year. I hadn't seen eyes like those since Niall...

"Eh, Watch where you're going you son of a-"

Damn it.

He's here! Why is he here? Oh my god, I gotta get out of here before he sees...

"Cassie?" The same drunken voice that nearly cursed out an unsuspecting man called out.

"Cassie." he said again, lowering his voice.

I turned around and bolted out of the bar.

"CASSANDRA!!!!" I heard from behind me.

I kept running.

"Are you kidding me?" I screamed at no one in particular.

I came out tonight to drink the pain away. I guess he had the same Idea.

He's probably back at the bar, laughing with all his drinking buddies about how much of a slut I am.

I finally reach my apartment and realize i left my bag at the pub.

"For Christ's Sakes." I mutter under my breath.

After I unlock the door I check the time. it's only 10:30. I grab a beer from the fridge and sit down on the couch, thinking about 137 different things.

Why was he there? I moved six hours away from our old apartment for a freaking reason.

I bolt back up again, my head pounding and my mini skirt covert in an amber liquid. Beer.

The clock read 2:12 and I realize that I must've fallen asleep, stumbling into my bedroom.

For the 365th time, I fall asleep without any warm arms embracing me.

For the 365th time, I fall asleep with a frown, only more confused that I was a year ago tonight.

For the 365th time, I fall asleep not knowing where I'm going in life.

For the 365th time, I fall asleep alone.

•••

I wake up that morning exhausted and a little hungover.

I really wasn't a big drinker but, last night, I couldn't just mope around my flat and cry.

Too bad I ran into Niall.

I then remembered that I had left my purse at the pub, threw on some yoga pants and a tank top, and headed to my car.

"Of course." I whispered when I also remembered that I left in such a rush I didn't even bother to get my car from the parking lot.

I decided to jog to the bar and try to shake off my hangover.

When I finally reached it, the door was locked, but I saw a lady who looked about 50 inside.

I knocked on the glass, and she turned to face me. The woman's face twisted into a scowl, her lips pursed.

"Whadya want?" she called through the glass.

"Umm... I was wondering if I left my purse here. It was navy blue?" The lady opened the door and I stepped inside, the liquor's scent nauseating.

"Oh, your boyfriend said that you were feeling ill and that he'd bring it back to you."

"M-my boyfriend?" I stuttered

"Oh sweetheart, you're still hungover. He's about 5'7 , blonde quiff, blue eyes? Oh, you'll remember him in about two hours after the alcohol wears off. have a good day."

I stood there, helpless.

Niall has my car keys.

Niall has my phone.

Niall has my lipgloss.

Niall....Niall has my letters.

Niall has my letters.

Niall has my letters.