Like A Broken Doll

Chapter 2

Turns out Niall wasn't here. Why was that girl here? Don't ask me. I need some sleep, but honestly I am not tired but I do know I'm hungry and unfortunately sober now.

Opening the refrigerator, I sigh. This is the worst part about living like Niall and I. Niall eats too much and I'm always out. Today is ... What's today? I was supposed to have a day off work on Monday.. Wait. It's Monday. Duh, I need to get studying for college again.. too much to do. I'll think about it when I'm supposed to ..

I guess I have to unfortunately go to the store now. There's a supermarket somewhere around here. I head to my room and I notice my keys on the night stand with a note.

I saw these on the side walk last night. You're lucky I found them.. ~Niall :P

Wow, that's where it went? Well.. Thank you Niall.

~~~

I decide to just get Chinese take out. No biggie. I'll have to save some for Niall, sad right ?

Walking down few blocks, I arrive at the intersection to cross. I never care about the cars so I just walk straight ahead. No, I did not run and believe it or not I swear I didn't see the truck coming towards me. Then I got the sudden urge to look to the side and I see the truck. My feet planted against the ground, frozen. The force was sudden but it wasn't the truck. I open my eyes and I'm on the road, laying on top of a man in which appearance could take anyone's breath away.

Well, this is a compromising situation. I pull myself up promptly. The man stands in front of me, high stature. I look up at him. Long, shaggy curls, green eyes. I was sorta memorized by his eyes that I barely caught he was saying. Not that I'll admit that or anything.

"-okay? You were just standing there?!" He repeated a few times before I can fully process what just occurred.

"Wait, what?" I couldn't help but stare at the way his lips moved. I think I really received a blow to the head.

"Dude Are you okay?" oh he has quite the unique accent. Wait, wait. What did he say? What did I just say? "Are. You. Okay?" He must think I have some type of problem with my hearing.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good bro, you need to calm down. I'm alive thanks to you." I gushed out rather too quickly. "Um, well thanks again, I gotta go.. do something." I honestly don't know if I was blushing or not but I can feel the heat rises to my cheeks.

I tug at the corner of my lip where my lip piercing is, the embarrassment must be evident in my face. I walk away and I don't look back. My destination is about 4 meters away, picking up speed as I take that to note.

I open the door and let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding in, I was almost dead meat. It's not like I cared anyway. There is a glass window, I take a peak from the corner of my eye and I see he disappeared. It's whatever, not like I care.

~~~

I enter the apartment and I see Niall sprawled on the couch, he must have had some reaction to the sound or maybe it was the scent of food that caught his attention, anyways now for that talk.

"Um, Niall, where were you this morning?" I maintained my calm inside voice, for some reason my head is really spinning. I comprehend that I really do need to keep my cool. He doesn't need me passing out or anything.

"What do you mean?" He looked slightly baffled when I know he should not be. Little liar.

"I came in here this morning and I found some blonde named Christina passed out on your bedroom floor ." It was obvious he knew exactly what I was talking about. Why act oblivious?

"OH, Christina, I was wondering where she went.. Where'd she go?" See now we're getting somewhere.

"I kicked her out! What did I tell you about bringing skanks in here?!" I have this conversation with Horan about four times a month. It's starting to become our weekly exchange and its conforming to be plain annoying. Bringing hoes in my house, what does he think this is.

"Yeah yeah, okay. Hey, there's this party tonight. You coming?" Uh, excuse me? I wasn't even finished talking and he wants to change the subject. That fucking ... I shouldn't even waste my breath. Its not like he'll care or anything. He'd do it again, no way he wouldn't. "Hello.. Can you answer the freaking question?"

Ugh. Never in my younger years have I imagined that I'd be roommates with a lad with such short termed memory as Niall. I wonder if he actually does have short term memory loss? Maybe the little shit is just a good actor or something.

Either way, I don't know if I should.. I'm not your tamed party goer type.

"I party too much," Nice excuse Louis.. He'll buy that one. "And plus I have work tomorrow."

"It's fine! I'll bring you back early." I can't lie, I love a good party. But.. I should go .. My head is still spinning and it's only, what? 9am?

I really need to go to bed. I probably should make Niall get the groceries when I wake up.