Live ~ a Niall Horan Fan Fiction ~

Chapter 11

Niall's POV

Sasha was in the booth laughing her head off with Alex and Silma. Eileen just drank.

"And I punched him in the gut," Zayn finished proudly.

"Oh my god, that's incredible," Eleanor commented, saracastically.

"Niall, check this out," Louis whispered to me, handing him his phone.

It was a picture of me, shirtless and at Eleanor's door, with a bottle of beer in hand. That was last night. I remember her climbing out the car and calling me a perv and other taunting things like that. I didn't realise she took a photo of me.

"Where did you find that?" I asked Louis.

"Instagram, 269 likes," he replied.

"269? Because I was drunk and desprate? Social media these days," I muttered.

He shrugged as the memories of last night flooded back...

...

It was nearly 12am and Yasmin was still not back from wherever she went.

Not the party though, she never attends parties.

The bottle in my hand was nearly empty.

Why did Sasha try to ditch me? Because I was forceful?

I groaned as I realised this is probably why I am here, a mansion's stairway.

A car pulled up in front of me, a red Porsche.

The car was still for a minute and my suspicions started stirring when Yasmin got out of the car and walked to me at a steady pace, her stilettos echoing as she walked. She is so over herself. Why did I go out with this slut?

"Niall? What the fuck are you doing here?" She spat, her voice full of disgust.

"Babe, don't talk to me like that, I love you," I muttered.

"You love me? More like you left me. Why are you here?" She asked once more.

"One more night, that's all I ask," I whimpered as she towered over me.

She pulled her crimson red streaks to the front and made a clicking sound.

"Niall you are a man whore," she said bluntly.

"Yasmin, come on," I pleaded.

"If you haven't realised, you are sitting on the stairway of my house, asking for sex. What is even worse is that you are my ex. You are nothing more than a pedophile, a perverted man whore who stalks his ex's after he breaks their hearts and burns them. So no, Niall Horan, I will not let you in my house," she declared.

I was on my feet now. I was embarrassed, ashamed, silent and drunk and as I stood there with my head low she glared at me.

"I'm sorry Yasmin," I murmured.

She sighed and pulled her hair to the back, forming a bun then letting it fall.

"It's okay. We will forget tonight ever happened, but don't come back here again," she informed me.

I nodded and made my way to the dorms.

...

"Hello? Earth to Niall," Zayn mocked, waving a hand in my face.

"Ah, yeah, um, sorry," I muttered.

"So Zayn, what do you think about Noelene and Dylan?" I asked, changing the subject.

"It won't last," Eleanor and Zayn said in unison.

"Well, Dylan is a retarded douche and Noelene is head of the girls. A douche and the most popular girl in school won't last. She should've stayed with Xavier, if only I knew why they broke up," Zayn explained.

"I know! There is this guy at school who we call Potato and he's gay, like full on. He had a crush on Xavier and when Noelene found out, she asked if he was gay. He said no but they we're caught sending dirty text messages," Eleanor told us.

"But why Dylan?" Zayn questioned.

"Xavier and Noelene were not going out for ages, but he still took her places to try and make up for it. They officially broke up last night at the party because Dylan asked her out and she said yes," she continued.

"Hey, Niall can you drop me off, I'm tired," Sasha asked from behind.

"Okay, see you guys," I farewelled.

"Bye Alex, good luck with Brad," She stated to the other girls.

As we walked to my car, we were silent.

I liked it this way, so much tension.