Live ~ a Niall Horan Fan Fiction ~

Chapter 8

Eileen's POV

We arrived back from the park and I decided to go back to my own dorm.

My room-mate, Alex, gave me a funny look from her room bed.

"Spent the night at Calum's, did you?" She said.

I remained strong and replied pretty simply,

"Miranda and Noelene's."

"Oh, how's my sister?" She asked.

Her blonde hair, almost identical to Miranda's, fell on her face.

"She's fine," I replied bluntly.

"Okay, what happened?" She asked.

I let my guard down and burst into tears.

"Oh my gaga... what did he do?" She exclaimed, trying to reassure me.

"He cheated on me, he has a girlfriend and..." I sobbed, face in my hands.

"That player," she said.

I almost laughed at the irony. Who'd have thought that sisters would've said the same thing about the same topic? It took my mind off of Calum for a few moments before staring back at Alex, her eyes longing for at least a word.

"Niall just called, he asked if I want to go to Paradise Bar with the others. Do you want me to go? I can stay with you. Or you could come with us?" She offered.

I actually considered it for a moment, I needed a drink but there was that chance Calum was going as well.

"Calum's not going, if that's what you are thinking," she told me.

I nodded. Now that I know Calum isn't going, I have no reason not to go.

Alex nodded and helped me get off the carpet.

"Thanks," I muttered, wiping my nose.

Niall's POV

"Zayn, you douche," I yelled, trying to wiping the whiskey stain.

"Calm your farm," Louis chirped. Laughs were spread across their faces.

"So how's your girl, Niall? One day and you've already forgotten about Yasmin," Zayn asked.

As I predicted, Eleanor all of a sudden became intrigued and left the arms of Louis.

"We're not going out. She hated me until two hours ago," I told them.

Eleanor snickered.

"Well, I think-"

"No one gives a fuck about what you think so close that mouth of yours" I butted in.

To be honest, Eleanor is seriously pissing me off right now, what with her acting so high an mighty.

She stared at the wall and her amazing boyfriend was sitting in the corner trying not to laugh.

What a messed up life those two have?

I looked over at Sasha. She was laughing at Yasmin, who just fell from coming back from the bathroom.

I watched a little to close as her eyes stared at my ex-girlfriend trying to rise from a wet pile on the floor.

"Help me, you bitches," Yasmin yelled, her red and black hair wet.

"Oh, hell no girl, you'll be staying there a long time," Silma shouted, Sasha practically falling off her stool in laughter.

Finally the bartender decided to help her. Waddling over in her metre-high-heels, she helped Yasmin get up.

The other boys were laughing hysterically by this point and as Yasmin walked back over to us and grabbed her purse.

"Some jokes are dry, but not Yasmin, she's as wet as it gets," Louis mocked.

The whole pub was laughing and the next thing you know she grabs a shot glass and throws it to the floor.

"Fuck you, all of you," she cursed, narrowing her eyes and pointing an accusing finger at all of us.

She walked out the door and, being the graceful creature that she is, tripped and fell.

Our claps could be heard from America.

Yasmin got up slowly and gave us the middle finger.

"Piss off already Yasmin," Zayn cried and as Yasmin left, laughs spread the room.