The Letter Of My Story (One Direction)

Good In Goodbye

Chapter 21

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It was late evening, feeling all depressed, I lay slumped on the sofa, listening to Carrie Underwood's powerful voice singing Good In Goodbye. It was two whole days since I saw Niall and frankly, I missed him, more than I could say. The chorus of the song probably struck something in my head. There will be good in goodbye after all, someday he'll know why. 'I hate myself.' I jumped to my feet and grabbed my purse. I shall set things straight while I can. Get to Niall, then see Silena.

To my great disappointment, the boys weren't at the house when I got there. No one was. I actually noticed a broken window and a raided backyard. Making sure no one was looking, not wanting to look like a robber, I slipped through the broken window. The place looked like a horde of wildebeests had trampled through. Broken glass pieces strewn all over the floor, fallen chairs and dirty shoe marks.

I picked up a photo frame from amongst the wreckage. A really cute, really horribly drawn picture was diplayed behind the broken glass slide with Harry's name signed at the bottom of the paper. Five boys stood in one row, holding suitcases, and there were four backgrounds, spring, summer, autumn and winter. And I think it was a park, I think.... 'Harry.' I smiled, still clutching the picture, I unlocked the front door and left.

I wanted to see her. I had to see Silena, even for one last time. Call thick skin but I'll remain stubborn even if she refuses to speak with me. I took a cab back to the pub where I used to work, and where Silena worked, Dunk. The very first place John scouted me into the entertainment agency.

I entered the pub and scanned the place. Waitresses walked past but none of them was the Silena with dark curly hair, brown eyes and fair skin covered with freckles. I went up to the bartender. 'Excuse me, could you spare me a moment? I would like to see Silena Hickles.'

'I'm sorry, Miss Hickles doesn't work here anymore. She quit, just this morning.' He told me. Just my luck. I can't even be given a chance to make things right again? 'Are you by any chance Zaria, the singer?'

'Oh, um...' I pulled the cap over my face. '...yeah...but don't tell no one.' The bartender quickly pulled out a pen and a paper. I scribbled my signature and sat back, dissatisfaction just blew me away. I had to live without my best friend and the man I finally thought I fell in love with.

'Niall?!' I nearly fell off my chair. I saw that peak of blonde hair, just like his. Maybe it was an illusion, maybe it was not. I didn't care. I made a dash for his table. 'Niall! Ni...OI!!!' I slammed my hand on the table, but not loud enough to get all heads to turn to me. I've got to admit, I was furious. How could he?

Four empty beer bottles were placed in the middle of the table. A really drunk Niall Horan sat alone, gulping down his fifth. I quickly snatched the bottle out of his hand. Okay, he looked really awful, a white bandage was wrapped around his head. 'Hey, you *bleep*!' He barked, sounding really pissed. I didn't lose my head this time, I knew Niall wasn't sober at all.

'Niall, why are you doing this?' I plopped down opposite him and took his hand. 'What happened to stop drinking? Niall, look at me, I'm talking here!'

'Althea will never fall in love with me again...' Niall slurred, twirling an empty bottle by its tip. 'You...can't love me...so what's the point? I'll just drink...drink...drink to forget...say you can't love a guy like me.... Say it! Just say it...'

'Niall you're drunk...' I shook him in an attempt to wake him up. He swatted my hand away, reaching for the beer bottle but I held it away.

'You know you're a beautiful snake...deadly poison!' He spat out.

'Finally! Now you know.' Though being referred to as a snake felt weird. And beautiful is exaggerating. 'So why was it me? Niall, only an idiot would love me.'

'Give me back my beer!' Niall yelled abruptly, startling everyone.

'Let's leave.' I paid the bill and dragged him out. Though it's pretty hard to walk whilst having a guy leaning half their body weight on you when you can't even take a firm step. And little "microorganism-like" squigglies kept wiggling in my sight. I waved my hand in front of my face, they're weren't insects. I rubbed my eyes, I made it worse. 'Niall!' I was getting shorter by the second.

Niall's eyes widen for a moment. 'Pepperoni Pizzas!!!' He yelled and pointed at a shadowy area.

'Oh, crap...paparazzis. C'mon Niall, sober up.' I slapped him slightly across his face. The paps were charging towards us like a stampede, carrying their black cameras. 'Holy-' They certainly were fast. The reporters swarmed around the drunked Niall, shoving me aside.

Unexpectedly, a reporter's camera hit my head. I felt myself falling and I couldn't regain my balance. It's as if I couldn't respond fast enough, and I didn't have a reaction to break my fall. My head slammed against the hard road surface. The impact was so big my vision remained blurry for a couple of minutes. I laid there for who knows how long as shouts of the paparazzis echoed in my head. My brain was trying to comprehend what was happening. Maybe it was the adrenaline, I didn't feel any pain.

I gasped, bolting upright. Niall was still trapped. I picked myself up and squeezed through the crowd forcibly. 'Excuse me!' I managed to reach Niall after quite a struggle. Keeping hold of his hand, I yanked him out away from the reporters and jumped into a taxi. 'Four Seasons, Park Lane.' I told the driver.

The driver pulled up in front of the hotel building and paid him. With Niall still drunk, mumbling random things, we got into elevator. Niall hit the button for the highest floor. But he also hit the emergency phone button.

'Niall, what're you doing?' I hissed.

An operator came to the line. Niall slumped against the wall. 'I have an emergency! My ex-girlfriend doesn't love me. Help! I want someone to talk to.' I knew it was the drunkness acting, but what the hell?

'Niall, we're here.' I tugged at his sleeve and he walked unsteadily as the elevator door opens. 'Where's your room? Give me the keys, please.' I reached into his pocket and pulled out the key card. I scanned the card and swung open the door to the luxurious suite. 'Niall!' I groaned as he started to fall on me. 'Darn, you're heavy. What have you been eating? Oh right, everything.' I hauled him to the couch and placed him there. Maybe tomorrow, I would tell him when he would be sober.

The boys were nowhere to be seen. Maybe they were already asleep.

Niall snored softly, his eyelashes casting shadows on his pink cheeks. He looked kinda pitiful with the white bandage around him. It was partially my fault. I dragged him into my messed up life. I kissed him gently on his nose. 'Night, Nialler.'

Oh, gosh. My head was extremely dizzy I couldn't even stand. Maybe if could just...I should lie down for a...if I close my eyes for a minute...maybe....

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