Once I get home, I just throw myself onto the sofa and do nothing. It feels like today and yesterday have been the two most hectic days of my entire life. I do not want to be in a break-up make-up kind of relationship and I kind of just did that. I like things constant and Niall was constant until the tour. I'm pretty sure that I'm over thinking this far too much than I should. Can't change a habit of a life time.
I go to bed early but fall into a restless sleep. For most of the night I was awake and then asleep and then awake again. During the time of sleep I was tossing and turning, fighting with the duvet, but in the end morning won. I sighed as I sat up feelig drained. Pizza needed.
I checked my phone to find no messages. I'm a friendless bitch. What can I say? Not everyone is as lucky as me. I crawl out of bed and get dressed. I skip breakfast and just walk straight to my gallery. Today is the day that I paint out all of my emotions throughout the weekend.
I find my way to my room and crack out my pastels. I don't feel like painting now. I draw a weed leaf in an eye with the reflection of someone simialr to Niall. I really want to rip it up but I can't. Instead I put it into an unnused draw. I blow air out of my mouth to ake a hprse sound and then get my pencil. I begin drawing a window with a blossom tree outside. Pointalism. I get my thin felt tips and start putting tiny neat dots inside the lines. This would take forver but it would be worth it.
My phone starts ringing. I pull it out and answer it.
"Hey babe." I smile as I hear Niall breathe but he doesnt reply. "Hello?" I say again.
"Hi." He says quietly. I hear people talking in the background. Girls. I check the time and see that it's roughly ten pm at where he is.
"Who are you with?" I ask with my smile fading.
"Those girls. You know." He says and laughs a little. It hasn't even been a day.
"Are you high?"
"Yep!" He laughs loudly. My heart sinks and I sigh. "Do you have a problem?"
"Other than that you said you wouldn't." I mutter.
"Ease up. Jesus, it's not as if I'm gonna sleep with them." His perfect Irish accent doesn't stop me from being so tense.
"The fact you said that clearly means that you're thinking about it." I raise my voice.
"Lol. I am."
"Go do it then! You fucking arsehole but if you do then we are through." I shout and hear him walk somewhere.
"Hey you." He says and she replies. I hear them kiss.
Tears flood from my eyes. Fuck him. I hang up.
*Enjoy your single life. I will be.* I text him so that he has the message to read tomorrow.
I drop my phone and shatter in my seat. It was too good. He was too good.
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FanfictionI don't even like One Direction. So how the hell did I start dating one of them? And how did I become best friends with 5 Seconds Of Summer?
