I tried my best but I didn't succeed. And now I'm sitting on a ripped couch with tears streaming down my face; at least eight empty beer bottles infront me. "Is it my fault?" I slur into my phone. I don't remember who I'm talking to, all I know is that they called and I answered.
"Is what your fault?" The person asks.
"Is it my fault he left? I know I'm alot to handle, but I loved him." I say. I could here the person talking to someone else in the background.
"Y/n baby can you count how many bottles are in front of you?"
"I don't want to think right now. I just.. I want... I want to know what did. I guess this is what happens when you love someone and it goes to waste."
"Is it ok if I come over?"
"Sure." I say. The person hangs up while I stand up. Using the wall as support I make my way to the kitchen. I open the fridge and grab another beer, opening it quickly and taking a sip. The magnetic mirror I have on my fridge catches my attention and I walk in front of it.
The girl infront of me isn't me, nor is it the same girl I was only a little over 24 hours ago.
I guess it took him leaving, for me to realise how vulnerable I actually am.
He's gone..
Its probably my fault. I pushed him away and now look at me. My hairs in knots, my makeups smeared, and I smell like I was just swimming in alcohol.
I'm a mess.
"Stop crying." I mumble, wiping my tears away. "Stop crying." But its no use. They just keep coming.
I shake my head and grab my bottle taking another swig. I walk down the small hallway that leads to our.. I guess its only my room now, and look at all the pictures hanging on the wall.
One in particle catches my attention. I take it off the wall and hold it against my chest. I lower myself onto my knees and throw the bottle. It crashes into a wall, and the sound of glass shattering is all that's heard.
"NOOO!" I yell. "YOUR ALL I LOVE! YOUR ALL I NEED!"
By now I'm sure my neibors have heard and have called the police. Distant police sirens sound as if they are coming towards my apartment.
"Y/n!" Someone yells. I hear my front door silently close and footsteps getting closer. "Y/n where are you?"
Soon the footsteps stop so I look up just enough to find them right in front of me. "Your shoes look formiliar." I state bluntly.
"Your a mess." They whisper and I can see them kneeling down.
"Oh well." I say. "Shit happens."
"I'm so sorry." They whisper. I look uo confused only to see who I've been talking to this entire time.
"Niall." I whimper.
"Hi princess." He says.
"Don't call me that! You left! I don't know what I've done, but I'm sorry. Ok? I fucking said it! I'm sorry I'm such a fuck up! I'm sorry you had to get caught up in this and I'm sorry I love you!" I say. "I'm sorry I love you. Happy?! I finally said it. I didn't just write it on a piece of paper."
"I'm so sorry." He whispers.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I left! I didn't think you cared anymore so I packed up my things and I left. I was scared y/n. I was scared that you were gonna finely give up on me. Don't blame yourself for this mess it was all me. I love you." He says grabbing my hand.
"Well it should be obvious by now that I care." I say. I slump my shoulders and pull the picture I was still clutching away from my chest.
"What's this?" He asks sitting directly beside me.
"Its the picture we took on our first date. That was the best day of my life." I whisper. He glances at the picture and stands up.
"We should probably get you to bed. Your gonna have a terrible hangover tomorrow." He says.
I nod, feeling the sudden drowsiness take over my body. He picks me up along with the picture and carries me to my room. He sets me on the bed and places the picture on the nightstand. He pulls the covers over up to my shoulders and turns off the light. I hear light footsteps and quit breathing as I lay there.
"Don't you leave me again." I whisper. He turns around from his spot by the door and walks around the bed. I feel the bed dip covers being shuffled.
"Never in a million years."
