Chapter 1

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by LarryWestside_

by LarryWestside_

Author's Note:
If drugs, alcohol, or abuse is a trigger, I suggest you do not read this story. Abuse is in here very lightly, but it still will be. Also, there will be gay couples in this, so if you don't like gay couples, this is also not for you.

When I first met the boy with the green eyes and the curly hair, I didn't realize just how much my life would be ruined by him. He knew what he was doing to me, and himself, but he couldn't stop. The strange thing was, I didn't want him to stop.

   I walked into my favorite place to eat breakfast, Lacey's Bed & Breakfast, and sat down at my usual table. No one made me wait anymore, unless they were busy. Pulling out my phone, I started scrolling through my Facebook for the millionth time that day, while waiting for my order to be taken.
   "Hey Louis, McDonald's not treating ya today?" Alex says, standing in front of the table. I look up and give a small grin.
    "Alex, when do I ever go to McDonald's for breakfast?" She laughs a little and pulls out her little notebook and pen.
    "So the usual?" She asks, poised with her hand over the notebook. I nod, and give her another small smile. She nods and says, "I'll be right back with your coffee hon."
    Alex was a really nice girl. My mom had even tried to get me to ask her out. She thinks I'm too old not to be seeing someone, but I'm perfectly fine on my own right now. Alex and I haven't ever even talked, other than her usual chattyness while taking my order.
    I go back to scrolling down my facebook, but coming across a video of a girl with a spider in her mouth, I slowly lock my phone and set it on the table. What the actual fuck.
    "Here's your coffee, it's really hot so be careful," She says, setting the coffee and two creamers down on the table. "Your food should be ready soon."
     Usually I try to answer her, to be polite, but today I'm just not feeling it. I wasn't exactly in the best mood. I had a bit of a cold, and a pounding headache to go with it.
     I pick up the creamers, dumping them in, and mindlessly stirring the coffee with my spoon. Why had I even started ordering coffee here? I hadn't even liked it.
     The little bell above the door dings, and I glance up through my fringe. It had started to get long again, and I was going to have to get my Aunt Lou, who had her own shop, to cut it. A very tall boy had walked through the door, and was currently talking to the waiter with blonde hair and gauges.
     "I'm Niall, what would you like to drink today?" I heard him say as he seated the boy.
      "Here you go sweetie. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. Made the bacon extra crunchy, just how you like it," Alex says, interrupting my eavesdropping. I look up and smile.
      "Thank you, Alex," I say, basically dismissing her. I dug into my plate, starving, despite the nauseous feeling in my stomach. Maybe I had the flu, and it wasn't just a cold. I should probably go to the doctor.
      By the time I finished eating, the boy had his food and was eating it, at what looked to be the slowest pace humanly possible. He had his tongue hanging out when he took a bite, and I snorted a little. This made him glance up, so I quickly looked away. Why was I even watching him? I'm turning into some sort of freaky stalker. There was just something about him though...
      I decided to stay at the Bed and Breakfast for a while longer, since I had no where else to be today. I was off work today, because I had called in sick. I flipped through the paper that was provided every morning at each table, not really paying much attention to what was printed amongst the pages. My attention was yet again diverted to the boy with curly hair when I heard him talk again.
      "Hey Niall, you have really, really beautiful blue eyes. I wish I hadn't gone this long without seeing them," I hear him say. Is he really flirting with Niall? Niall is straight isn't he? To prove me wrong, I heard Niall chuckle a little.
      "Well uh.. thanks lad," He said with a nervous grin. Even from here you could see how much he was blushing. I was holding in a laugh myself. That was one of the worst ways to flirt I'd ever heard.
       "You're welcome Nialler. Do you think you could maybe give me your number?" The boy said, flashing him a toothy grin. Niall blushed even more, if that was possible, and I saw him write down his number on his little notebook and rip the paper out, handing it to him.
       "Ya think you could do me a big favor, and pay for my meal? I forgot my wallet back at my apartment. I could always go get it and come back, but I live a good ways a way, and I walked all the way here," He said, flashing him another grin, while running his fingers over Niall's hand.
       Niall bites his lip, looking at the curly boy, and nods slightly, giving him a small smile. "You'll call me, right?" He asks, with a hopeful smile.
      The boy grins and nods. "Of course, you're much too cute not to. Thank you, I'll be seeing you handsome," He said, standing up. When he stands, he sees me watching them, and gives me a small wink, and turns on his heel, walking out the door.