Cliché to Original

Chapter 11

The next day I felt a lot less angry and a little hungover. But it was worth it. Michael is walking next to me, his hand in mine, and it feels so nice to finally know for sure where our relationship stands. The downfall?

"I'm sorry I have to go," he sighed.

"It's your job."

"I know, but I'm starting to feel like Niall."

Well... "You aren't, trust me."

We stopped next to his car and he pulled me closer. He gently kissed me and smiled when he pulled away. "I'll come by tonight, okay?"

"Okay. Hopefully Niall won't be there."

He frowned, and I sighed. Probably shouldn't have said that.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"No, it's not."

"I just worry, ya know?"

I nodded and wrapped my arms around his waist. "I'll still be yours when you get home."

He smiled and lowered his head to kiss me again. I laughed through the kiss when he wouldn't pull away.

"Go, perform. You don't want to be late, do you?"

He shook his head and kissed me one more time before turning towards the car. "You sure you don't want me to walk you home?"

"You'll be late, and the apartment isn't far from here."

He looked worried, but he nodded and got in. I watched as he drove away and then started to walk back to the apartment. I dug my keys out of my bag and dropped them as soon as I looked up and saw Niall waiting there.

"For fucks sake," I mumbled, bending down to pick them up. Niall beat me to them and gave them to me.

"We need to talk."

"Every time we need to talk, it ends up in a screaming match." I opened the door and walked straight to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of Skinny Girl California White and looked at Niall as I took a drink.

"Well.. Then let's try not to take it that far today."

"Isn't this sneaky? Michael isn't around and I know you know he won't be around for a while."

"I thought it might be easier to talk to you without him here."

"Mhmm." I took another drink and poured myself some more.

Niall watched me and then started looking around the kitchen. His eyes landed on the bottle that was next to the sink. "I'm guessing you drank that last night?"

I shrugged and he took the bottle I was holding away from me. "Niall, give it back."

"Not a chance babe. You're hungover and I don't want it to be worse for you tomorrow."

I tried grabbing it, but he moved it further out of the way. "I don't want to play games."

"Who's playing?" he smirked.

"Niall."

"What?"

I tried again and he backed up. I followed him, and he just continued to move further away from me. We did that for a while before I finally jumped for it and he tripped, falling back on the couch. I fell with him and continued to grab it.

"Rae, just stop. I'm not letting you have it."

I sighed and sat up, straddling his waist. "You're so mean to me."