Saving Niall

Chapter Seven-Make It All Right

I bumped into Paul.
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
"It's going to be all right." He cooed as I cried. I shook my head.
"No, it's not going to be all right, he's her's now!" I whimpered, nuzzling my wet face into his jacket. He patted my head.
"I'll talk to Niall." He whispered, walking me into the dressing room.
I shook my head.
"No, you can't. I don't want him to know." I protested, wiping my eyes with a cloth. Paul took a seat on the black sofa across from me and clasped his hands between his legs.
"Listen, Aria, we need to him, Ali is destroying you. But when I mean we I actually mean you." He explained.
I looked at the red and purple carpet and thought.
"You know, I never really liked that girl." He confessed with a chuckle.
I grinned and took a water bottle off the coffee table and began to chug.
"Do you want to go do something to get your mind off him?" He hesitated.
I looked up.

We were sitting in a dark bar with loud music.
Drunkards were snogging or either laughing.
I looked around and saw many leather chairs.
"Was this the idea you were imagining?" Paul shouted over the loud music.
I nodded. "Exactly what I was imagining!" I shouted back.
He chuckled and handed me my beer from the waitress.
I smiled and took a chug.
My throat burned immediately, but I didn't care.
I just wanted the pain to go away.
"You know, this looks like a place where I had my first lap da-" Paul began.
I held my bottle to his lip.
"Don't describe it, please." I begged, taking a swig.
He chuckled and grabbed another bottle.
After my third beer and second vodka, my vision began to get blurry and my head began to get light with a lot of pressure in the neck.
I giggled and took a tall hispanic man's scotch.
He grunted and took it back.
Again, I took it from him.
"Whats your problem, lady!" He slurred, shoving me aside with the back of his arm.
I gasped as I fell in a fat mans lap and his wine spilling on me.
"Watch it!" He grunted, pushing me off.
I nicked my chin on the side of a table and hit my head on a ladies shoe.
Pathetic, I know.
My vision went black and all I could remember was Paul picking me up.

"I don't care if she fell drunk last night! You promised me a brunch!" I fluttered my eyes open and clutched my head, which was throbbing.
"Jared?" I asked, squinting.
There was a groan.
"He's my dead brother, Harry." I explained.
"Erm, Aria, that wasn't me, love." Harry sounded too close.
I opened my eyes fully and saw Niall sitting on Paul's bed, which I was borrowing, stroking my forehead.
He smiled and I moved farther away towards Harry, into his arms.
I saw the emptiness in his eyes grow and the envy in Ali's.
"It's okay, beautiful, you're safe." He explained, kissing my forehead.
I really didn't like the fake relationship thing.
"Paul why was she drunk?" Niall asked, facing him.
He shrugged. "She was feeling down from something days ago." He lied.
"So, I took her to the bar." He explained.
They gasped.
"That was so irresponsible!" Louis complained.
"Why don't you do that with us!?" He whined, kicking at the ground. I
chuckled and nuzzled into Harry, to set Niall off. 

"Wait, your brother died?" Harry whispered between Paul explaining to Louis that he would get in trouble for bringing them to a bar.
Yet, he still protested. "Car crash last year." I whispered.
I could hear Niall sigh.
Ali sat down next to him and began to flirt, just to make me mad.
"I'm so sorry, love." He whispered, holding me tight and kissing my cheek.
"Do you want to get ice cream after this debate?" He asked.
"No! You can't have ice cream with my Aria!" Niall shouted, jumping off the bed and running away. The room went silent.
"Ni! Wait!" Ali pleaded.
"I'm sorry." I explained, getting off the bed and running towards.
"You tell him!" Paul shouted as I ran off the bus.
My head was still throbbing, but I didn't care. I just wanted my Niall. 

I followed Ali and Niall into an old restaurant.
"What happened back there!" Ali yelled, holding Niall to the wall.
I hid behind a tree and watched.
"I-I don't know, something snapped." He whimpered.
"So you're in love with that whore?" She growled.
Niall's face went red. "What did you call her?" He roared.
She slapped him roughly across the face.
"You're in love with her!" She gasped.
He stood there frozen.
"I'm going to ask you one more time...WHAT THE HELL DID YOU CALL HER!" He screamed.
I've never seen Niall like this in my life.
He clenched his fist and pushed Ali off himself.
"Never.Call.Her.That.Again." He ground his teeth.
"Ni, calm down!" I gasped jumping away from the tree.
He looked away from Ali and over to me.
His face softened.
"Go back to your precious Harry." He muttered, a tear streaming down his face.
"Ni," I cooed, walking over to him and hugging him.
"Please, they aren't even dating." Ali snarled, crossing her arms.
"What?" Niall asked, wiping his tears.
"They made it a fake relationship, just to make you jealous, but clearly it didn't work." She explained. "Actually, it did." He confessed.
"I dated you just to make Aria jealous." He added.
"But is that true?" Ali smacked his cheek.
He winced in pain by her sharp nails.
"Leave him alone." I clenched my teeth and fists.
"Or what?" She taunted. I flung at her face.

A few weeks passed and Ali was sent home, it was Niall's idea.
But after her revealing the secret and me attacking her, he hasn't spoken to me or Harry.
We think he's mad at Harry because he played such a harsh trick.
But I deserve him being mad at me.
Zayn was drawling a picture of me sitting on the couch while we were on the road to another concert. I still couldn't believe that 'Nali' lasted for only a day and five hours!
"Tilt your head a little." Zayn requested, showing me with his pencil.
I turned left and stared at Niall, who was playing a game on his DSI.
He looked up. "What?" I shook my head.
"Stop!" Zayn whined. "Sorry," I mumbled.
"Zayn is drawling a picture of me." I explained.
Niall nodded and stared at me. "Listen, Niall..." I began