Remembering Sunday

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes. Started making his way past 2 in the morning, He hasn't been sober for days.

 Hollow knocks against the wooden frame of his door woke him from his slumber. Niall opened his eye quickly which he instantly regretted when the sun streaming through the blinds met them. It was the brightest light he’d caught a glimpse of in days. Groaning he swung his feet to the side of the bed before placing them on the cold hardwood floors. The constant knocking was becoming more aggressive. 

“I’m coming for fuck sakes! No need to knock the door down.” His rasped voice said. He stood up, quickly making his way to the door in a daze; he turned the handle to open it. To his surprise,  Harry was standing outside of it. The anger flooded him so fast; he didn’t know how he should react.

“You need to leave right now.” He demanded as he bit his lip, trying to keep himself calm.

“Niall… we need to talk about it… what happened…”  Harry was desperate, Niall could hear it in his voice, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need to talk about it, he needed to forget. He turned his attention to the pair of Supras sitting beside the door. He quickly slipped his feet into them before trying to make his way past the curly haired boy in his doorway.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked confused.

Niall glared at him. “None of your business.” He replied as he tried to get past him again.

Harry didn’t let him past. “Oh course it is, your my friend Niall, I care about you.”

Niall laughed bitterly. “You have a funny fucking way of showing it then Styles. I can’t consider you a friend; I don’t know how I ever did.” He spat as he pushed his way through once again, this time successfully. He took off towards the front door and then made his way out of the complex without looking back once.

He walked, not knowing where he was going. Just knowing he needed to escape. Finally he found himself outside the bar that had become his home. Without a so much as a second thought, he made his way inside before drowning his worries with the alcohol that seemed to solved all his problems.

It was around 2 in the morning when Niall had finally managed to walk through the door of the complex he shared with the boys.

 “HUNNY I’M HOME!” He yelled out slightly slurred as he walked towards the couch. He tried to sit down but because of his state, it only resulted in him falling onto the floor.

“Niall?” Liam questioned as he entered the living room, rubbing his eyes trying to rid them of sleep.

 “Where have you been? Do you know how worried we were? Are you drunk?” Liam started shouting as he quickly made his way beside the boy on the floor.

“Li, you worry too much.” Niall drawled out.

“Niall are you intoxicated?”

“Yep.” He replied before bursting out into another fit of giggles.

“Niall where have you been? We’re been worried sick.” Liam said a frown making his way onto his face.

“I was at home of course!” Niall answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Nialler, this is your home…” Liam trailed off unsure of what his Irish friend was on about.

Niall shook his head quickly. “I mean my other home Li! Connor’s Pub you know!” He added with a smile plastered on his face.

“Niall, is that where you’ve been going all week? You’ve been slipping off to drink?” Liam asked almost outraged.

Niall shrugged before curling his knee’s against his chest. Liam sighed laying a blanket over his friend before making his way back to his room.

(To be continued... This is just a preview persay. I will be writing the rest later the week. Any feedback is appreciated)