A Day to Forget

Chapter 8:

Yesterday was a completely blur, and it didn't help at all that Louis kept asking me if I was alright. He had finally stopped when I had told him I was fine for the hundredth time and that I was tired and I didn't feel good.

I hadn't even slept. All I could do was think about how shocked Niall's eyes were. I wasn't sure why I was thinking about him, out of all people, but just they way they changed in emotion so quickly- fascinated me. Maybe he's wasn't actually as big of a jerk than he was? Maybe there was more to him than aggression and attitude.

Turning over in my bed, the Saturday sun illuminates through my blinds. Groaning, I look at the time. It was already noon, which caused surprised to judder through my body.

I had been laying her for hours thinking about Niall? That wasn't the only thing though- every time I closed my eyes nightmares always crept into my mind causing me more pain than ever.

I wasn't even sure what I should do at this moment, my pained head still ached from last nights familiar blow, and the comfort and protection of my bed was too welcoming to move.

Suddenly I remembered Amanda's party. Was I really going to go? I had said I would- and she had texted me to address on Friday making sure to say how happy she was that I was going. Why did I say yes?

Grabbing my phone off the night stand I shuffle through the messages until I find the one I was looking for, scanning for a time. 5:00 jumps out like a sore thumb making me groan. Maybe I could show up for a little, I mean I didn't want to be rude.

Scrolling through my contacts, I click on Louis name and text him quickly asking if he had made up his mind about going with me or not. Which would make me feel completely better and more comfortable.

I'm sorry Li but like I said parties weren't my thing. I could drive and pick you up if you wanted? I have nothing better to do.

He quickly text back. My eyes trail out Li a few times smiling. I loved how Louis and I just clicked. We acted as if we had know each other forever, not just a few weeks. Louis had this way of easing my mind, of making me forget my pain and just be happy. But he always wasn't the only one who made me forget.

So did Niall.

As odd as the words tasted in my mind, it was true. His irritation and irrelevance had always caused my sadness to then to anger- no fury. He had a way of getting under my skin like a tick that caused me to only focus on anger. And on him.

I felt pathetic. Thinking about an asshole who continued to mess with Louis for odd reasons I didn't know. Every time I seemed to think about it, I couldn't help feeling like I was missing something. I wasn't sure if it mattered or not, but I knew it wasn't something small. Remembering the way they had furred into each other's days when I had first cussed Niall out enters my thoughts. The hatred Niall showed toward Louis was almost painful- but Louis fired it back. But Louis didn't exactly show hatred, it was more of almost disappointment. Like every time Niall would say something so afflictive, Louis would look at him like a lost puppy. It bothered me honestly, I didn't like not knowing things that seemed so important.

Sighing, I had done enough thinking about them for the day. Especially Niall. It was already king for two, and I continued to surprised myself from how deep in thought my mind could really fall into.

Pushing my way to the bathroom, I feel anxious and nervous as I start the shower. Stepping in, the warm waters sends chills down my spine causing me to momentarily arc my back from the change in temperature, but it because soothing helping my nerves stay at ease.

Who would I even talk to? I knew a whole handful if people from school, and I couldn't even remember half of their names.

The only real people I knew were Louis, Niall, and Amanda. Everyone else I had forgotten who had welcomed me, which wasn't exactly very many. Maybe tonight I could meet some new people and fit in a little better, even though I completely doubted that.