He Is Broken. // H.S.

32~Interview

(UNEDITED)

32~Interview

Niall's POV 7/29/14

I slowly open my eyes, forcing my droopy eyes to peel open. Like pulling off a band-aid as fast as you can so you wouldn't feel the pain as much. Once my eyes have adjusted, I take in my surroundings. I'm not at the club anymore. I'm in my own room. Streaks of bright sun rays pierce through the little crevices within the white curtains, one nearly blinding me. Harshly rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I slowly begin to sit up, dangling my legs over the edge of the bed.

Ruffling my oily hair back, I glance at myself in the full-body mirror in front of my bed. Damn, I look terrible.

Light purple bags hang from underneath my grey blue eyes. My hair is a ruffled mess, random pieces of blonde and brown hair shoot up in every direction. The clothes I had worn last night smell of strong beer and sweat. My shoes and socks have been taken off. I must've gotten a bit carried away last night.

Oops.

Suddenly, my nostrils are invaded by another smell. A smell much better than beer and sweat. Bacon.

'Louis' probably making breakfast' I wonder to myself. I then glance at my alarm clock behind me on my nightstand. Nine-twenty a.m.. That's strange. Louis never wakes up around this hour, at least not until ten or after. I'm even surprised I woke up this early, and I was the one who got drunk. No one in this household ever wakes up this early; well, sometimes Harry, but he never cooks unless he's in a super good mood. So who is it?

Deciding to check it out myself, I stand to my feet, but soon stumble forward and crash into the full-body mirror. "Shit!" I mutter, slamming my hand on the dresser beside the fallen mirror for support. Well, at least it didn't break. I then lurch myself towards my bedroom door and twist the doorknob all the way to the right. As I trudge down the hallway the smell of bacon grows stronger, sending my nostrils to Heaven.

I turn the corner, instantly widening my eyes in both shock and disgust. "Everest?" I question, my voice hoarse.

I notice her whole body tense and her limbs freeze. Her eyes slowly look past her shoulders and into mine, our gaze locking. "Oh," she says with a shaky voice. "Yeah, it's uh, me." She turns her body completely toward me, one hand containing a pan full of bacon, and the other held a spatula. "Breakfast, Niall?"

"No," I spat harshly. "Why the hell are you here?-"

"Niall," she breathes out quickly, setting the pan and spatula back on the stove, then leaning her back against the counter. "Please don't do this. Please don't give me this crap now." Her voice is laced with what I suppose is... fear. It doesn't sound right. It's sounds as if she were... afraid of me.

'Why should you care?' a voice in my head spat at me.

I shake my head. "No, I want to know now!" I say in a demanding tone, then remembering the other lads are still asleep. "What're you doing here?"

"Fine," she sighs, gnawing on her lower lip. "I'm having some family problems, okay. I just needed to get away, you know? Take a break from my Aunt. I needed a place to stay and this was the first place I thought of. Niall, I beg you, please just let me stay here, in peace. It won't be long, I swear. I just..." She trails off, covering her eyes with her hands. "I don't need your shit right now, especially not this early in the morning. Just please, stop."

A small seed of sympathy plants itself in the pit of my stomach. I actually feel a little sorry for her. But what she did was still wrong, and reading someone else's personal thoughts is invasion of privacy.