A Day to Forget

Chapter 9:

Niall's POV

Why was she out here? And more importantly why was she even sitting near me? We obviously didn't like each other, and her bitchy and uptight personality pissed me off. I was still pissed about all this shit with Louis, especially how she made me look like a complete idiot last week by starting a fight with me. But it was odd- she was also fascinating in a particular way. No one seemed to know much about her, and it bothered me that I didn't.

I glance over at her and oddly look at her blank and distant face. Her mouth was slightly open, and the smell of alcohol intoxicating from her mouth. She was hammered.

She suddenly turns to meet my gaze, and looks away quickly.

"You know what's weird?" She pauses obviously wanting me to answer, but she continues almost as she knew I wasn't going to.

"I feel like they're still here." Well that surely caught me off gaurd along with my attention.

"What?" A take a hit of my cigarett as she takes her light pink bottom lip between her teeth.

"Have you ever been in so much pain that the only way you seem to be able to forget about is to be angry?" She wasn't making any sense, and it was confusing me.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lightly shake my head, although the feeling felt too familiar.

"And the only way to feel better and get rid of the pain is anger? And it feels so good, to be angry." She was definitly out of it, and it was freaking me out. And slightly annoying.

"Like I just said Liya I have no idea what you're talking about." I couldn't help but stare at her face.

"You make me angry." She whispers just loud enough for me to hear. I decide to ignore that comment, not wanting to think too hard into it.

Her carmel hair was curled slighly at the ends like it always was. Her hazel eyes meet mine showing pain, and something else a bit wild. They looked different than earlier, different from the anger she showed when she looked at me. Her light lips stayed slightly parted, as she finally blinks.

"You do know what I'm talking about." What?

"I do?" I shove the tip of my now gone cigarette onto the cinder block to put it out as she nods.

"You're always so angry." She narrows her beautiful eyes at me. Chuckling I shake my head.

"You're just as cold to me as I am to you." I throw the bud into the grass before running my fingers though my hair.

"Well that's because you purposely make me mad." She slurs as she brings her bottom lip back between her teeth again.

"No you're just a bitch." The words leave my mouth causing a smirk to jump onto my face.

"You're such a asshole." She pushes her way off of the blocks, nearly stumbling forward if it wasn't for me grabbing her by the waist.

"Don't touch me." The familiar words cause me to instantly let go as she scolds at me drunkenly.

"Well you're welcome." I mumble taking my place back onto the block.

"I don't need to thank you." She slurs the words still, but they oddly hurt me slightly.

"And why would that be?" I tilt my head at her.

"Well, considering you could have given me another fucking concussion, I think if anything you should be apologizing to me." She takes her time on her sentence stumbling over her words slightly. My thoughts run over her sentence curiously.

"I already said I was sorry and that was your fault." I saw simply causing her eyebrows to slightly crease attractively.

"So I'm guessing that's what you do to girls, hit them?" Anger trickled through my veins at her words. I didn't care how drunk she was, she has no right to assume something as fucked up as that.

"Shut the fuck up. I didn't hit you, it was a fucking accident. Don't act like you know me just because you've been to this school for a week. No one here likes you except for that prick Louis. So why don't you leave now? I didn't ask you to come out here and start pointless shit with me just because you're hammered." I spit the words at her feeling slightly guily as I finish. Her face had changed dramaticly- to laceration. Her mouth opens to speak, but it shuts quickly as tears spring into her eyes.

She wasn't actually going to cry was she? I had meant to hurt her- but I hadn't at the same time. She made me feel weird, and always seem to make me feel guilty when I said something boorish to her. Which was odd because I had never felt that way toward anyone, and I didn't like it. But I found myself telling myself I did.

I watch her turn quickly and take off toward the road. She looked as if she were going to fall a few times causing my heart to skip. My feet react without me noticing, until I was making my way over to her. She had stopped near the front of the house, but still stood merrily on the side.

"Stupid fucking phone." Her cracked voice mumbles as I approach her.

"Liya-" She whips around revealing stained cheeks and red watering eyes. Her eyes were filled with absolute hatred.

"Please just leave me alone." Her face falls to sadness that pains me. Her voice was weak, and seemed like it took so much strenghth just to say that.

"Look I'm sorry I didn't mean what I said I was just mad-" She begins shaking her head.

"I don't care. Can I use your phone? I need to call Louis." She nearly whispers.

"Sure- but I don't have his number." I shrug causing her to curse.

"Alright well I'd love to stick around and hear some more fucked up comments from you, but I have to go. Bye Niall." She turns wobbily and begins to walk toward the street.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I follow and scold her as she begins to walk down the street.

"Walking home what the fuck does it look like?" Her voice seemed slightly more aware.

"You can't walk home? Just call Louis and make him come get you again-" I stop myself hopping she didn't catch that I had seen that. I couldn't help watching her- sometimes. In school she had such a stricking appearence. The vibe she brought into the room was interesting almost. I had continued to sit in front of Louis just to hear her voice and hear her talk. They continued to talk about books, and it fascinated me greatly. Not that I would ever admit it.

"My phone died idiot." Her almost child like voice causes me to chuckle.

"Then I'll walk with you." I pull out another cigarette lighting it and taking a hit as I walk slightly faster to catch up with her.