*Niall messes up bigtime*
"Hey, Mrs. Horan, Is Niall home?" I asked when Niall's mom opened the door. I really wanted to see him it had been a while since I saw him. i thought it would be a nice surprise.
"Julia? wasn't expecting you to be coming around anytime soon. Uh, Niall's in his room I can go get him if you want," she said. She was acting strange.
"That's alright, can I come in?" I asked. Usually the first thing she would do is invite me in,
"Oh, of course," she said stepping aside and closing the door behind me.
"Niall, Julia's here," she called out to him. "So Julia its great that you and Niall decided to stay-"
"Hey Julia," Niall said rushing into the living room. He didn't look so good. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were red with deep bags under them.
"'I'm going to get going to work. I wont be back until really late I'm working a double shift," Mrs. Horan informed us walking out the front door.
"Are you okay?" I asked Niall.
"Um yeah I'm just really tired. I didn't get much sleep last night," he said. I thought I heard him mmble some sort of profanity under his breath before saying, "I'll be right back stay here," he said urgently.
I did as I was told and watched Niall rush into his room. He was out a couple of seconds later and shut the door.
"So how've you been? You never call me anymore," I said.
"Sorry I've just been busy," he said coming to sit down on the couch next to me.
"Is that another tattoo?" I questioned skeptically.
"Uh yeah," he said not able to look me in the eye.
"Why?" I asked. I had to admit I was a little hurt that he would get another tattoo after he promised me he wouldn't.
"I just really like it. I got it for you," he said as if that made anything better.
"Oh," was all I could manage to get out.
"You don't like it, do you?" he asked. Was he serious?
"I think you already know the answer to that," I said playing with my fingers, only stopping to put a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"I'm sorry, I just really like them. I don't mean to make you upset," he said.
"Don't apologize, it's your body, you can do what you want," I said standing up to leave. I didn't know what I was expecting from Niall this time but it definitely wasn't this guy who seemed to be a thousand years away. This was not my Niall and I wasn't sure if I could adjust to this.
"Where are you going?" he asked harshly. I fliched at his volume.
"Home," I simply stated.
"Why? You just got here," he said standing up as well. It kind of surprised me. This Niall was so different I almost thought he wanted me gone.
"Niall I'm not sure if we should continue--" I began to say but I was interrupted by Niall's lips crashing onto mine. The same feeling was there but he tasted like stale liquor.
"Have you been drinking?" I asked pulling away.
"Just yesterday," he lied. I could tell he was lying just by the way he wouldn't look at me while he talked.
"So first the tattoos, now you're getting drunk? Is there anything else I should know?" I inquired. I wasn't looking for an answer and I didn't expect Niall to give me one.
