Little Things off there to the side! IT WILL MAKE YOUR HEART MELT AND IF YOU'RE SINGLE, IT WILL MAKE YOU REALIZE JUST HOW NONEXISTENT YOUR LOVE LIFE IS (wise words from my good friend BeccaNialler)
And just a little question someone asked me.. "Where the fuck is Harry?"
P.S. DO YOU GUYS SEE THAT FUCKING GIF? DO YOU SEE LOUIS LOOKING AT THE DOG? WHY AM I GETTING SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED OVER THIS? THIS IS NOT NORMAL! UGH!
Sammie xx
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[Niall's POV]
"Niall... Niall, baby it's me," a sweet melodic voice calls to me. I turn all around only to see I'm encased in total darkness, only seeing black around my body. "Niall, please come back to me," the voice said again.
I open my mouth to say, "I'm right here, just tell me who you are," but nothing comes out. Only more emptiness. Emptiness. I'm filled with emptiness.
"Niall.. please speak to me," the voice says. I'm trying, I'm trying, I swear! "Why won't you talk to me... You hate me, don't you?" the voice asks. No! How could I hate you? I don't know who you are, but I want to! Your voice is sweet and so familar.
"Fine, go ahead! Just keep your mouth shut!" the voice echoes around my small body. Wait, no please! I want to talk to you! Please don't yell at me. Damn, let me speak already you stupid mouth!
"Guess that's it then, huh? Good riddance," the sweet voice spat at me. I suddenly felt cold in the small area, as if I was alone.
I am alone.
He doesn't care about me.
He doesn't love me.
He hates me, yet I love him. God damn it! Come back, please! Let me just see who you are!
But nobody came out of that darkness, nobody spoke to me again. I clung to myself, wishing to start all over. Wishing to have someone I love to love me back.
I wake up with my covers wrinkled beneath my body. What the hell happened last night? I looked at my side and saw a large glass of Grey Goose vodka and everything came back.
The kiss. My "break up" with Lottie. How Louis punched me; called me an asshole; said he doesn't want me to talk to him or Lottie ever again. Last thing I remember is wondering what to do. I picked up the bottle of vodka to see there's a little left. "Screw it," I muttered, taking the last sip.
Wow, that tastes like shit.
I tap my tongue against the roof of my mouth trying to rid of the horrid taste. I understand I love my alcohol, I'm Irish after all, but I'd stick to my pint of beer, thanks. I toss aside the now empty bottle of Grey Goose and rest my hands behind my head, looking up at the swirls of my bedroom ceiling.
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