What We Are - N.H

Forty Six

NIALL'S P.O.V

I feel disgusting. I can't even remember half of what happened yesterday, but I know I'm wrecked.

I don't know what time it is.

I don't know what day it is.

I don't even really know where I am.

I slowly moved my body into a seated position and brought my shaky hands to my face, gently rubbing my eyes. My whole body ached and my head felt like it was going to explode any minute. I must have got so drunk last night, I don't even know how I managed to get home.

I know I had a great time, but I can vaguely remember Mabel storming out of wherever we were last night.

Mabel.

Quickly, I reached my left hand out, vigorously patting the empty bed beside me.

Where the hell was she. I was sure that the hotel would be the place she ran too when she left last night. Where else could she have gone without being seen. Being too hungover to worry to much about where she was, I let my mind stay with what was happening now and notwhat happened yesterday. I knew she'd be somewhere safe; she's not stupid.

Picking up the remote from the bedside table, I decided to put the tv on, hoping to blur my unwanted thoughts of her being out alone without me.

"Ho-RAN? She definitely did!" The news presenter said as pictures of Mabel flashed up on the screen.

What the fuck is this?

"One Direction's Niall Horan has his work cut out as long term girlfriend Mabel Naylor was spotted running out of Nandos, Westfield in floods of tears." she deepened the story.

Instantly I pushed the off button and through the remote at the wall, letting out a loud shout as I released the plastic from my hand.

This is a joke, it has to be a joke.

Seeing the pictures made broken hallucinations of last night come back to me.

"but what? hes changed? hes a new guy? for God sake, give it a rest. I KNOW FOR SURE THAT HE'S ONLY HERE BECAUSE HE WANTS TO GET BACK INTO YOUR FUCKING PANTS"

Wait, why was I talking about Ethan in that way? He's a proper legend and he's such a laugh. Why didn't I trust what Mabel said? He has changed and I salute him for that. He's a great guy.

Still feeling confused, I manoeuvred from the bed and slowly stood up, my headache only getting worse. I needed coffee.

Slowly, I plodded around the bed and entered the kitchen; reached into the cupboard and took out a clean mug, placing it on the counter. I pressed numerous buttons on the coffee machine and after waiting secconds for my mug to fill half way, I found myself thinking about the events of last night. It was a great night from what I can remember, well, after she left...

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"You have no idea. He has changed. He loves Freya and do you know what, I am happy for him." She shouted completely loosing it. Every word, said with such anger towards me.

"I don't care about what hes done to me, that was the past. I know that he will never do it again, to anyone. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU"

"For Gods sake. You always do this," I yelled after her as she headed for the door, leaving her bags, and me, behind.

"Really Mabel? Your actually unbelievable. Please, I already said I'm sorry." I called, why does she always have to make everything about her.