Does Love Really Last

When three best friends meet three heart throb pop stars will it be love at first sight? Are these pop stars ready to let these girls into their hearts? Will this 'true love' last, through the pain, heart-break and obstacles that is thrown there way?


3. Drunk


"Work that!" My George my manager/co-photographer said. Snap! Snap! "Lovely darling, just lovely!" George said as I took a long swig of my water. As easy as it might look, doing a photo shoot was quiet exhausting. You have to sit on a chair for what feels like forever while getting hair and makeup done, then you have to change your clothes and do it all again. I had been here since 9am and it's now 2pm! "Oh no! We are being kicked out because of a little boy!" George cried in his thick Italian accent. At that moment a cute boy with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes walked in. He looked over at me and smiled showing his clear braces and winked at me. I returned the smile shyly and blushed slightly. I felt the spot next to me on the sofa sink. I looked beside me and saw my co-worker, Rebecca. We talked for literally twenty seconds when George said "Rebecca! One more shot darling!" Rebecca rolled her eyes and I giggled. She stood and walked over to George. I was checking twitter when I felt the spot sink next to me. I turned ready to see Rebecca but instead I saw the blonde boy. Damn was he cute. "Hey." I said. After I said it I mentally slapped myself. "Hi." He responded. A silence filled the room. I looked over at the boy and saw him staring at me. I blushed a deep red. I turned back and he held out his hand. "Niall Horan." He said in an adorable Irish accent. "Alyssa Monteith." I said shaking his hand. I looked up and examined my face. Where did I recognize him from? Then the memories all came flooding back to me. *Start of Flashback* "MOM! I'm going out!" I yelled from the front door. "Where are you going? Last time you said that we got a call saying you were at the Police Station." My Mom, Suzanne, said as she walked down the stairs. I rolled my eyes. My parents think I have a drinking problem even though I'm underage. My Dad hates it and always calls me when I go out. Just two more years and I'll be free to drink legally! I was pulled out of my thoughts when my Mom coughed waiting for my answer. "Out with Alex." I fibbed. "Great! You can take Jake with you!" Jake's my eight year old brother. I have to take him everywhere. "But Mom! I haven;t been out with just Ale and I for awhile. It's girls night out." I whined "Fine." She sighed. "Be home by 10pm and don't even think about drinking this time. If you do there will  be big consequences missy." She said pointing a finger at me. I smiled and hugged her. "Thanks!" I before running out the door.

Alright, it's 7:00 now so that gives me two hours at the bar. Then I can cool down from the drinks. I guess I do have a drinking problem. Even though I'm doing it illegally. I have a fake I.D though! When I reached the bar I took a deep breath before walking in. The smell of sweat and beer filled my nose. I instantly walked to the bar and whipped out my fake ID. I ordered a beer and chugged it down within minutes. I ordered another, then another, then another. After what had felt like minutes I realized I had been here for three hours. I stood up slowly and started towards the exit. I felt vomit coming up my throat. I quickened my pace and tripped on the way out. Someone helped me up and I kept going. Once outside I got a taxi and went home.

"Where have you been! It's 11 o'clock!" My Dad yelled as I entered my house. At that moment I threw up. My parents looked at me horrified. "You promised." My Mom whispered. "I'm sorry. I was ju-" I was cut off by my Dad. "I didn't want to do this but, you are no longer aloud to live in this house. Leave." He said as tears streamed down my face. "But-" I started but once again cut off. "NOW!" My Dad screamed. Jake ran down and looked at me. "I'm sorry." I said before walking out. "You can't leave!" I heard Jake yell but I ignored it. I had been walking not knowing where to go. I'll call Alex. I pulled out my phone and dialled her number. I was about to press talk when I felt dizzy. I saw bright lights coming at me and I screamed. Then I fell down. A boy jumped out of the car he was about to hit me with and ran to my side. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry!" He said as he tried to help me up. I fell back down though. Everything started to spin. I couldn't hear anything. My visions getting blurry. Then my eyes shut. *End of Flashback*

I looked over at the boy. He was watching me intensely as if I had five heads. "You okay?" He asked. "Thank you." I simply stated. "For what?" Niall questioned. "For saving my life when I had made the wrong decision. You could've hit me and that would've been the end of it. You could've left me and there would be no such thing as  Alyssa Monteith. So, thank you." I waited for him to say something but he just sat there. "Ummmm.... Are you okay." He still didn't do anything, he just sat there grinning at me. "I didn't think you'd remember." He finally says. "Why don't we hang out some time. Here's my number," He said as he pulled something out of his pocket. Niall grabbed my had and pushed a button on top of the object. I looked at my hand and there was a stamp that read, 'NIALL HORAN: 226-123-4567' I smiled at him then heard George yelling. "Come, come! We shall leave these boys here to work! Darlin' thank you for a great day." He said to me as I passed him.  turned to see Niall standing there waving at me. I smiled and waved back. I walked out thinking about what would happen if he had hit me. Oh well! At least I have his number. 

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