A Day to Forget

Chapter 10:

Liya's POV:

I couldn't help but laugh.

"No you're not." I stop in my tracks nearly making him run into me.

"Yeah I am." He smirks his derisive smirk that always drives me crazy.

"I don't want to walk with you Niall." I roll my eyes. I did feel slightly better. I had grown a really high tolerence to alcohol, and it was kicking in. This had been the first time in months I had gotton this drunk, and at first I forgot how fun and sort of scary it was. But now I was aware- well aware enough at least.

Niall wanting to walk with me was really pissing me off. I had a feeling he was just doing this to piss me off even more than I already was and it was working. But somehow, I liked it. I liked how he got under my skin for some reason. It felt good to express how I felt in anger- and he helped me do that, which drawed me to him even more. And scared the hell out of me.

"So-" He stops taking a puff of his cigarette.

"Where'd you move here from?" He raises a eyebrow at me.

"You really think I'm going to answer that?" I almost laugh. We had hardly made our way down the street, and I knew this walk would be long. But why did he feel obligated to even ask me a question like that as if we were friends? We hated each other, right?

"Well I was just trying to make conversation but ok you could be a bitch." He says the words mockingly as if he knew exactly how to get under my skin.

"Don't call me a bitch. And I moved here from Whiteoak." I cross my arms in annoyance causing him to chuckle.

"Whiteoak? That's like ten minutes away?" He says questioningly.

"And?" I narrow my eyes at him from his odd tone.

"Why'd you move 10 minutes away? What was the point of that?" He drags on his cigarette once again, seductively puffing the smoke out. Or maybe that was just me.

"That's none of your business." I say feeling a hint of pain.

"Whatever than." He shrugs.

"Okay my turn for a question." I say after a silent moment as we walk onto the main road.

"Shoot." He tosses his cigarette in front of us, stomping it quickly with his foot.

"Why do you hate Louis?" His eyes suddenly fill with surprise as they meet mine, obviously expecting a different question which surprised me. I was surprised he hadn't expected me to ask him sooner, since his irreverent personality seemed to apparently know everything.

"And that's none of your business." He growls at me.

"I gave you your answer, why don't I get mine?" I fire back trying to match his harshness.

"Because that's none of your business." His voice was so harsh it stung.

"And it wasn't any of your business where I moved from but I told you that." I was pissing him off which gave me a slight thrill of pride. It felt good to be on the other side of the jokes and mocking comments.

"Well this is different." He throws his hand through his blond hair causing me to put my bottom lip between my teeth. I couldn't help be so attracted to him- not that I would ever admit that to anyone, I hardly even admitted it to myself. But actually talking to him, it made it so hard not to just stare at him, or maybe it was just because I was drunk.

"Whatever Niall." He was stubborn- like me. But it irritated me. Badly. I wasn't sure why he wouldn't just tell me, I could just ask Louis, but getting it out of Niall seemed so much better, but certainly not easier.

"I didn't ask you to interrogate me." He growls.

I chuckle. "And I didn't ask for you to walk with me either." I fire back almost feeling the heat from the flames igniting through his body. He walks a bit faster than me, running his fingers through his hair more fiercely this time.

"God you're so stubborn!" He finally says creasing his eyebrows at me. I wasn't sure if we were close to my grams, but I wasn't even worried about going home anymore.

"You're just as bad!" I stop in my tracks, my drunken stubborn self returning.

"You're more stubborn than me!" He stops too, taking a step towards me.

"At least I'm not irreverent!" I shout louder, our bodies now itches away.

I could feel his warm breath that smelled of cigarettes and something else sweet. His eyebrows were furred, and his eyes stared into mine fiercely. His lips slightly part, causing me to bite mine. I couldn't help but feel a slight thought that he may kiss me, at any moment. He stands his ground as his face slightly softens, giving me my cue to back away.

I stumble slightly backwards, setting my head down not wanting to meet his eyes. I could feel the intensity of his eyes on my lowered head, making me happy it was dark so he couldn't see my blush.

"Well thanks for walking with me I guess." I finally make up my mind on what to say before turning on my heals and quickly finishing my way to my grandmas. I could feel his eyes still on me, and I thought I heard him quietly call my name as I leave him standing there just as confused as I was.