Chapter 8
The day has fallen into dawn, & people started to arrive with other "party" items.
Everything was so hyped. It's like one of that party's you would see in movies.
Quickly, everyone has gotten in a drink or two, slowly getting drunk & wasted. There are couples sloppily making out in the corner, teens jugging down the pills inside of the water bottles. I know they are going to pass out any moment now.
I sit alone on the couch, Zayn was smoking weed from when I last saw him, and he was stoned. Niall said he was going to check on everything upstairs so no one got up there, he said that over an hour ago.
I don't drink, smoke, take pills, basically drugs. Dear god, I wonder how their futures are going to turn out. I'm sorry to think this, but a girl is going get pregnant in the bathroom, or be a one night stand.
Shit happens.
The music was way too loud & such terrible taste. Dammit, why am I here?
I looked around to my surroundings, no bleached blonde by nor the bad boy with a tattoo of his future fiancé.
But something, someone else, caught my eye.
It was Harry, that player from the hell hole. He was grinding on some beach blonde girl dressed in a slut Santa costume, rubbing up on her on the wall.
My facial expression turned sour towards him.
"Hey Babe" Niall came out of nowhere stumbling in to view. He's drunk.
"Niall where were you, I was waiting for an hour" I say trying to keep my cool.
"Well, um, I was fucking myself" he gurgled out.
My mouth parted because of his foul language & his dirty confession. I had no idea what to say.
He sits down next to me holding a bottle of vodka, chugging it down like a baby.
"Niall, you need to stop drinking like its new year's. You're going to get sick" I said.
"What are you talking about? Drinking is my heaven" he says lifting his hips.
Goodness, he is so wasted. He might have a really bad hangover if I don't stop him taking up more drugs. I raised my hand reaching out for the bottle & grabbing it. He tried to wrestle it out of my grip, but it did fall out of my reach & smashed onto the oak wood floor making me flinch.
My eyes are shut afraid of what he will do. I have no idea why, it's an instinct whenever I hear a loud crash. My lips start to quiver slightly, waiting for something.
No one turned their head; they just keep on doing what they are doing.
Though I can't help but feel eyes burning towards me, my eyes still remain shut.
Arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly.
"I'm sorry Brooke, I didn't mean to do anything that will hurt you or scare you, really. I didn't mean anything" he spoke in my ear.
"It's fine."
I patted him on his back reassuring him; intentionally I know I am not fine. My heart is beating a bit fast; it has always been like this.
He pulls away & I look in to his eyes.
The light in his beautiful blue eyes has dull a tiny bit, but it's still there. There is something in his eyes I can't explain & just can't identify; I can feel inside of me a flutter.
