3,000 Miles Away: Niall Horan

Chapter 22

Niall's P.O.V.

" Niall please. If not for your son do it for me." She paused. " I'm going to get Harry to take me home." Skylar kissed me on the cheek. I watched as she disappeared down the hallway. I slumped down on a nearby bench.

I stood, pacing back and forth, contenplating on whether or not I should just leave or tell my best friend that I'm leaving his engagement party to go get drunk. Maybe not the drunk part but that I'm leaving. I suck it up, going back inside to tell Louis I'm leaving. I scanned the room, trying to find Louis through the crowds of people. I finally spotted him at the refreshments table refilling his glass with champagne.

" Lou I'm leaving." I told Louis. He turned to me, about to say something before he stopped and slightly cocked his head to the side.

" No uh-uh" Louis shook his head. " You're not leaving until you tell me what's going on" Louis crossed his arms, having his body face me. I sighed heavily. I lightly shook my head, pinching the bridge of my nose.

I laughed. Not out of amusement but out of how pathetic I am, how pathetic I feel. " Me and Skylar broke up."

" What! Why?" Louis seemed shocked. I don't know why. Everyone had their doubts from the beginning. She was too young for me. Only a matter pf time before it ended, right?

" Tara my ex-girlfriend from forever ago has a kid. His name is Henry and he's almost two. And well he's mine. Skylar wanted me to have my main focus on doing whats best for him so she ended it. But hey, whatever it was only a matter of time before it ended anyway." I shrugged.

I made it seem like I didn't care but i truly do. I've always wanted to be a dad. It hasn't worked out exactly like I wanted. I'd rather have a baby with someone I love and I'm preferably married to. I can't chage things. They've already happened.

" Bye" I walked away from Louis. He was shouting protests over the music, but I ignored him, leaving out the door. I wandered around a bit, drowing in my thoughts. I was quiet but my mind was screaming. I need it to stop. I stumbled upon a bar, pushing through the door. I slid in a bar stool at the counter.

" Barcardi 151 and keep them coming" The bartender slid my drink down the counter to me. I downed it in a few gulps, and was served another. This was going to be a long night.

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I jerked upright. I looked at my surroundings. I was in a hotel room. I seemed to be alone. Which was a good thing. I must've checked myself in last night, but I could be wrong. Everything is hazy. I was definetly hungover. My head felt as if it was going to explode. I feel like a drummer is banging away on his kit at lightning speed. Maybe even a boxer taking hit after hit on his opponent until he's out cold.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed, slowly making my way to the bathroom. I took a well needed wee. I glanced at myself in the mirror on the way out. I took a double take. My left eye was black/purple, and swollen. Shit. I splashed water on my face, thinking I was hallucinating. I looked in the mirror again. Nope. Shit.

Fuck! What did I get myself into last night. This is probably in the tabloids and management and Simon are going to kill me.

I slowly walked back out into the hotel room, sitting in the edge of the bed. I decided to call room service ordering a cup of coffee, 2 aspirin, and a bottle of water. Soon after there was a j knock at the door, before a woman pushing a cart came in with the things I had ordered. I thanked her before she left shutting the door behind her.

I threw the two pills into the back of my throat taking a gulp of water to wash them down. I got back under the comforter, turning on the television. I flipped the the channels before settling on 'A League of Their Own'