(there is) no time like the present [n.h.]

part seven // 23:55

Niall turns away from his conversation with Conor, wondering why Aisling hasn't returned to their spot in the back of the pub. He watched her head towards the bar almost ten minutes ago, and he's not quite sure if there's something wrong.

He's reminded back to the lifeless look in her eyes when she left the toilets with Cara moments ago, and he instantly feels his stomach drop a little at the thought of something bad happening to her. Did they get into a fight? Did Cara say something to upset her? Where the fuck is she?

"Cara, where's Aisling?" Niall asks, leaning into her ear to talk over the loud music. He cranes his neck towards the bar where he last saw her, and finds that her auburn hair is no longer in view.

Cara shrugs her shoulders, looking less than interested in this conversation. "Dunno, mate. Fucked off in the jacks 'coupla minutes ago." Niall scrunches his nose at the lingering smell of bile on her breath.

"What'd you do?" Niall knows that his tone is a bit accusatory, but he feels like an idiot for not realizing that Aisling was upset sooner. He's instantly brought back to the kitchen when Hannah hurt her feelings, and Niall's left wondering if he's as much of a prick as their friends have been lately.

"Oh, fuck off Niall," Cara starts, laughing even though it's not funny. "Did nothin'! She probably just doesn't wanna be 'ere durin' midnight 'cos she's single and all."

Niall knows that isn't true. He also knows that if Cara had asked Aisling herself, she would know that Aisling could give less of a shit about being single.

Niall's suddenly left with the unwavering thought that maybe nobody has asked Aisling how she's truly felt in a long time.

Before he can reply, he notices the countdown start to begin, and suddenly he doesn't want to be around his friends at all.

He wants to find Aisling.