imallexx x memeulous // 【ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ】

【ｔｗｅｎｔｙ ｑｕｉｄ － ｎｉａｌｌ】

as i walk down the hill, i put in my earbuds and play oliver tree's "bury me alive."

i don't want to admit it because it makes me sound like a complete and utter loser, but i'm actually excited for will's party tonight.

i'm just happy to not go home for a few hours.

when i arrive at his house, the place is packed like i thought it would be.

there's got to be at least 20 cars littered around the street, which is abnormal for where will lives.

when i actually enter the house, i realise how packed it is.

there are tons of popular kids, sports kids, hell, even a few nerds are awkwardly shuffling around back and forth in the corner.

i walk past a group of girls who pull down my hood and say something. i don't understand a word they're saying over the loud 80s music coming from upstairs, so i just smile and continue walking.

by the time i reach the hallway, i already see the man i'm looking for.

"oi, will," i shout over the loud music, which is now directly above our heads.

the geordie, who is wearing a black cap to match the rest of his black outfit, looks away from some redhead in a dress.

when he recognises me, he smiles.

"niall, my mate! how are ya?"

i can't help but smile at his enthusiasm, will has that kind of effect on people.

"i'm doin' good," i speak, putting my hoodie back on my head.

he walks closer to me and puts a hand on my shoulder, a smile still plastered over his face.

i want to push him off, he has a strong smell of weed on him. but, i'll probably end up smelling the exact same way in a few hours, so there's really no point in judging him.

i look at him, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't.

just like alex. i think to myself.

"so...." i start, hoping to god that will isn't too stoned to know what i'm talking about.

apparently he isn't, for he instantly responds.

"follow me," he demands, before walking off into the hoard of people and towards the stairs.

as we're going up the stairs, he speaks.

"what took you so long to get here?"

he'll just laugh at me if i tell him the truth.

"i was- you know i don't drive, i had to walk here."

he sets down his red plastic cup on the bannister post at the top of the stairs before turning around and looking at me.

we're now standing at the top of the steps on the second floor. i can tell the music isn't that far away, it's louder up here even though there's not a lot of people.

"oh, stop taking the piss outta me, you and i both know it takes you twelve minutes to get here," he shoots back, which takes me by surprise. will doesn't typically question things.

i panic.

"i was uh, helping out my mum with stuff," i quickly respond, and then start walking down the hall, hopeful that it will take will's mind off of it.

will responds with an 'okay' and keeps walking.

when we reach his dad's room, will gets in front of me and unlocks the door with some key.

normally, I would feel unsafe entering a bedroom that has its own separate key, but I'm used to will's house by now.

as we step inside and will makes sure the door's locked, i start looking around at the framed photos on the walls.

i've been in here countless times and i've never asked about them.

"will," i speak, and turn around, only to see the geordie rooting around in his dad's drawers.

he looks up and tilts his head like a confused dog.

before i can speak, he grabs a bag out of the drawer and throws it at me.

i was so close to catching it this time.

he closes the drawer and finally speaks.

"what is it?"

he tone seems annoyed.

"who are the people in these pictures?" i ask, moving my head around to look at them.

"i dunno, where's my twenty quid lad?" he asks, completely shooting down my question.

it takes me a second to realise what he's referring to, and i even look down at my hands to make sure he gave me the bag.

"oh, right," i awkwardly say before digging into my trouser's pocket and pulling out my wallet.

i grab the money and hand it to him, and he turns around and unlocks the door.

we come downstairs and sit on the sofa. i look over to the right of me and will's already starting to brag about shit he hasn't done to some girl who's probably not going to remember him after tonight.

i can feel myself getting bored, so i take some rolling paper from the table in front of me and take out the bag will gave me.

some time passes and i can see will looking at me and talking, but his words sound mixed up, so i just ignore him. after he stops talking, he goes somewhere and brings back some kid with curly brown hair and blue eyes. he looks like he's younger than me, but my visions starting to get blurry, so i look away. i can hear will saying something about someone named george, so i assume it's the kid he brought over here. george says something to me, but i have no idea what he's on about, so i stand up and start walking towards the door.

when i get outside, it's pitch black, but it doesn't bother me, i've walked home in the dark before.

as i start walking, i contemplate turning around and going to alex's house, but something inside tells me to go home, so i continue walking.

when i creep inside through the backdoor, I'm thankful that it's quiet and everyone's asleep.

until I hear a familiar voice behind me.

god, i hate that voice.

"niall, where the fuck were you?"

i know not to answer because i know he doesn't care if i'm safe or not. He just wants a reason to hit me.

even though he usually doesn't need reasons.

i don't answer, which apparently is the right answer for him, because i turn around to face him and all i see is his knuckle coming at me.