Summer Love // Niall Horan

Chapter 48 - New Girl

|| NIALL ||

My eyes jolted awake when I felt the sun's rays on my eyes, trying to blind me. My head is throbbing like fuck and my eyesight is going on circles. I rolled over my side to see a person wrapped up in a blanket. The whole body is covered up except a stray of brown hair, peeking through it. I checked my phone to see it's still 9:30 in the morning.

I got up and head straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth and to drink some aspirin for this headache.

After brushing my teeth and downing 2 pills of aspirin, I splash water in my cold face, wakening my senses. Flashing images of the events last night clouded my mind. An asshole Jake, a crying Isabelle hurled up in a corner, an angry faced Patrice, the prying eyes of people, and me drowning the pain by drinking were the first things that come up.

I put my hands in my face. I fucked up. Ever since I started my relationship with Isabelle, I tried so damn hard to never fuck up, and here I am with a throbbing headache and a tower of people I hurt with Isabelle on the very top. A flashing image of her beautiful face, freshly stained with tears falling from her eyes and hurt readable from it invades my mind.

My stomach grumbled, and that's the signal that I should stop acting like some high school girl, but toughen up and face the consequences for my mistakes.

When I exited the room, Isabelle hasn't left the duvet yet. Her body is still wrapped up in a blanket except this time, her face is poking out. It's pale, but you can still see some blood flushing in the corners of it. Her lips are cracked but the pink hue is still alive in it. Some of her hair sticks up in some corners, but even she looks like this, she still takes my breath away, and I'll do anything it takes, just to feel all of it once again.

When I exited the room, almost everyone is awake except for her. They are all piled up in the kitchen, eating breakfast and drinking coffee. The delicious aroma of food carries my feet to the table, earning another set of eyes. Everyone stopped eating and look at me, as if I killed someone last night.

All of them share a terrified expression, well except for Tiffany. She holds a sad expression but anger is laced with it. I scratched the nape of my neck and look down. This is really unusual and it kills me that they are not happy I'm awake.

"Niall, you're awake. God, we're worried sick about you. Please, join us." Liam starts, patting the seat next to him.

I let out a sigh of relief as I silently make my way to the chair, and sat without making a single scene.

Everyone resumed eating without a single word dropped. It is really awkward. I'm used to the morning babbling of Eleanor bugging Louis, the annoying screams of Tiffany when Isabelle teases her with Harry, and the politeness of Isabelle when someone wakes up. I miss her ever sweet voice, the way they sound like music to my ears, and how they are always felt so alive and glee. Hearing her cries and yells is something I despise, but they are all caused by me--oh and that asshole Jake. I'll do anything to make those fade away just like how the petals of dandelions flew when a wind hits it.

"Niall," I looked up from my plate to see that the voice came from Tiffany. I gulp, as I met her gaze. It's not cold and ice, it's soft and....worry? "Is Isabelle okay? She had to be awake like hours ago.,"

"She is. She's just tired from last night, I guess." I muttered, whispering the last part. Is she really okay?

I finished everything that's on my plate and stood up and left the table without even excusing myself. Everyone stared at me once again like a murderer but I ignore their eyes and went to Isabelle. I need to hear her voice, I need to face her beautiful eyes, Lastly, I need to hold her in my arms and apologize for being a total asshole and jerk last night. I just can't let her sulk and cry in bed everyday, I love her too much and I'll do anything in my power to kill those.