out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 15

NIALL HORAN

“No, let Niall do it. I mean, you got attached with her last night, right? It’ll be easier.” Miles lights his cigarette all over again.

“I can use her better, though.” Wyatt shakes his head as he sucks at the bong for the millionth time. No fucking way.

None of you guys are going to touch her. She deserves more than these guys.

"You want her number?” Miles asks me.

“I already got her number, though.” I tilt my head.

“Way to go, leprechaun.” He winks.

“Don’t you fucking call me that!” I throw the pillow next to me at him and laugh. So are the others.

MELANIE RICHARDS

I’m sitting at the dinner table, facing my lunch my mom made me. She went out with her co-workers until night and she left me here all alone, grounded. It’s not that I’m not a rebel to take the advantage to runaway, it’s just, I’m a loner, you know. And I’m not an out-going kind of girl. I count my days as my-grounded-days. Which actually just the same day as my usual days. Studying, watching tv, invite Jamie to come over or reading and especially eating. Oh, sleeping. But for now, I have no urge to eat anything or even do anything. I can’t think straight.

I wake up from my thoughts by the ring on my phone. I look over at my phone. Jane.

“Hey Jane.” I greet her.

“Hey, sorry about my mom.” She sighs.

“It’s ‘kay. It’s all fine now, I’m grounded, though.” I roll my eyes and lay my head to the table.

“That sucks. I was just about to pick you up for shopping.”

“Sorry. You should come over.” I suggest her. I really need someone for me to accompany me. But, ask Jane? She wouldn’t like that idea. The reason I’m friends with her is because she’s a great friend for a shopping q-time.

“Sorry babe, I’m heading to the mall right now.” She says as her car honks in the background.

“Okay, well, I’m about to go to sleep though. There’s really nothing I can do right now.”

“Okay, bye.” She says and I hang up and head up to the stairs and to my bedroom. As I scroll through my instagram feeds, a dial from Jamie blocks it away.

“Hey, how was my breakfast?” I chuckle.

“It was good,” He giggles. “Where are you? Can I come over? I got some movies to watch.” He offers.

“What about Elle? Elle should come over too.”

“She left already. She said she can’t be staying here too long.”

"Okay. God, finally, you are a life saver. Please come to my house, like, right now.” I pout as I beg.

“Be right there in 10.” He hangs up the phone. Jamie is a definition of a perfect guy bestfriend. Elle knows I’m his best bestfriend and she doesn’t hesitate for me to hang around with him like his second girlfriend. Their trust is disgustingly strong. Jamie comes over to my house almost everyday of the week.

           

NIALL HORAN

As I get ready, I put on my long sleeve grey shirt and my black skinny jeans. I put on some cologne and I’m all ready to go. It’s nearly 6 p.m and I know, I’m going to be late. As I run towards my car, I quickly start the car and drive it onto the driveway. I can’t keep my thoughts off of Melanie. I should call her. But when.

I park my car infront of my dad’s trashy fancy house. I run inside and ring the doorbell. Marcus, my dad’s old male servant opens the door and greets me with a huge grin. I reply his grin and give him a side hug.

“How are you? Haven’t seen you in ages!” His accent is still the same accent I first met him. He’s Irish as well.

“It’s only a couple months, Marc.” I tap his back. “Where’s dad?”

“He’s busy. Let me get you a drink.” He won’t stop grinning. He walks over to the bar and carries me a glass of white wine.

“Thanks, Marc.” I lift the drink up in the air to Marcus and search for my dad’s face.

Marc leaves at the same time my dad locks his eyes on mine and his female co-worker. The woman has short dark brunette hair and she wears glasses. She looks gorgeous, to be honest. I think she’s around 30. I just hope it’s not my dad’s new girlfriend. The woman grins at me and walks towards me followed by dad. I stand up and reply their greeting with a smile.

“Niall, this is my co-worker, the manager. Mrs. Mary Hills. Mary, this is my son, Niall.” My dad points out to me.

“Hi Mrs. Hills, pleasure to meet you.” I shake my hand in hers.“And to you.” I point to my dad.