Shoreline - A Niall Horan fanfiction

seven.

My memory is still fresh from Marcus's move and partly laughing about how he thought I would actually kiss him. I walk in to my apartment and it is no where closed to the calm and clean home that I left in the morning.

The table with the Buddha statue is littered with used styrofoam cups, the house smells of hard liquor and echos with loud laughter. As I make my way in I am greeted by at least ten people staring at me as though I just landed from Mars.  Ignoring all the attention my eyes trails around for the man who is actually accountable for all this.

My eyes catch his blonde head tilted back out of laughter. It looked as though he was sort of getting this evil pleasure out of ragging the person in front of him, who looked half embarrassed and was trying his best to fake a smile. His pink shirt complimented his eyes and he looked as fine as someone would have looked on their wedding day. Of course not by his clothes but by the gleam in his eyes.

There were at least fifteen people in the house and  out of which five had already passed out, two were making be out and another two were just passing time. I stood there frozen staring at the empty liquor bottles just rolling around and the mess that been made of the house was spinning my head already.

Just my eyes scan around the the apartment that almost looks like a pub right now, I feel a hand around me.

"Meet Ayra Josh, my house-mate" he introduces.

I snug away a from his grip and fake a smile. I'm too tired to make a scene here so I decide to just be quite.

Josh offered me a drink but I politely declined it and simultaneously Niall was saying something too. I chose to  ignore it as the loud music was killing my head and I was a way too angry with him to even look at him.

Without saying a word I just walked away into my room. Maybe if I get some sleep I'll be fine. Which I honestly doubt it in this situation. On the other hand I really must  talk to Niall, this shit is unacceptable. I mean, he should have at least informed me, we have a equal share in the decisions of this house. I must make it clear to him that things are no more going to be all his way.

Just as I open my rooms door, i honestly wish I didn't. Two people just jerk away from their each other's grip trying to cover themselves. This really fuelled the rage in me. I didn't even bother to slam the door and thumped out of the house almost half falling over rolling beer bottles, half kicking making out couples and other half finding my balance.

I slammed the entrance door so hard that I think almost entire apartment hear it but honestly at this point of time I don't give a damn.

For some to get me mad it really takes some effort but congratulations to that white bastard it's not even a week and he is already winning at it.
I walk past everything and almost crushing everything in my path moving towards the loneliest and darkest part of the beach.

If I was thinking right I wouldn't have ever dare to go such an isolated place but since I wasn't thinking here I am in deserted beach past nine at night.

I sat down on the warm sand, feeling it's airy yet soft texture, being all ears to the clashing waves that touched my feet as the moon shove bright over it, I felt my heart beat stabilize.

No sooner was I calm I felt a hand on my shoulder.