Nicole’s POV
“Oh my god.” I gasped at sight I saw when I entered the room. There was Lou, passed out on the kitchen floor with a bottle of Vodka in his hands. Ironic how I was just telling Sofia how proud I was of him for not drinking. I was completely enraged. How could he do this? He promised me. Ya know what. Screw it. Screw this. Screw him. I’m done. He’s acting like he’s the only one who lost a kid here. I walked over to him and shook him awake. His eyes fluttered open, but I could tell he wasn’t all there. He was awake, but he was in his own little drunken world.
“Why? Why did you do this? What, I can’t leave you alone for a half hour? You’re almost 20 years old Lou. It’s time to grow the fuck up.” I snapped, as he winced at my words. Oh, so now he’s not so tough?
“N-nicole, I’m, I, I’m sorry.” he replied nervously slurring his words. He was cowering in fear and regret, except this time I didn’t feel bad. He knew exactly what the consequences would be if he did this again. If he had enough time to drink the whole bottle, he had enough time to think about it before he did it. Clearly this was him choosing depression and alcohol over me. And I wasn’t going to stick around to watch him ruin his life by doing so.
“Save it. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t do this anymore.” I informed him. I thought I would end up with tears in my eyes, but I don’t think there was any left in me. My eyes were dry, my voice was clear, and I was finally fighting my own battles.
“No, no no. Nicole, babe, what are you saying?” he stammered, his voice becoming shaky. Now he knows what it feels like to be let down.
“I’m saying you had your chances, and you blew them. I can’t stay here and watch you do this to yourself.” I admitted, still staying strong.
“No, please.” he whimpered, a single tear now falling down his face. “Please don’t leave me.”
I wasn’t going to give in to his tear-filled blue eyes this time. I was sticking by my word.
“I need to. I just hope you can find someone who fulfills all your needs. Cause it’s pretty clear now that I couldn’t. And you know what? I’m the one who feels sorry for you.” I said, and walking away before he could say another word or cry another tear. I grabbed as many of my belongings as I could possibly fit into my suitcases, and decided that Harry could just ship the rest of my stuff to me at the end of the week. I took one last look around the half empty bedroom; images of memories popping into my head. This room is where it all started. If I hadn’t come over that night, none of this would of happened. And to be honest, I don’t know whether to be thankful for that night, or just try to completely erase it from my memory. I gathered my suitcases and bags and walked down the hall, through the kitchen and stopped at the front door, pausing as I heard the pleading of Louis.
“No, Nicole please. I promise I’ll change. I’ll do anything, please don’t go, I can’t do this without you. Please.” he sobbed, literally on his knees begging me to stay. I did the best I could to tune it out, to tune him out of my mind; out of my life. And I walked out the door. I realized I didn’t have a car, and I didn’t know where I was suppose to go. I called the only other person besides Harry that understood what I was going through; Niall.
