Night and Day

“This is for girls who have the tendency to stay up at night listening to music that reminds them of their current situation. Who hide their fears, hurt, pain and tears under the smiles, laughs and giggles on a daily basis. The girls who wear their heart on their sleeve. The girls who pray that things will work out just once and they'll be satisfied. The girls who sceam and cry to their pillows because everyone else fails to listen. The girls who have so many secrets but wont tell a soul. The girls who have mistakes and regrets as a daily moral. The girls that never win. The girls that stay up all night thinking about that one boy and hoping that he'll notice her one day. The girls who take life as it comes, to the girls who are hoping that it'll get better somewhere down the road. For the girls who love with all their heart although it always gets broken. To girls who think it's over. To real girls, to all girls: You're beautiful.”

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2. Regret

Nialls Point of View

My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was light brown hair next to me . I sighed sleepily, reaching over and wrapping my arm around the body next to me, burying my face in her hair and inhaling. I paused, blinking a few times, before slowly pulling back.

Everything from last night hit me at once, and I sat up in the unfamiliar bed, rubbing my face and shoving my hair back. I slid out of the bed, holding my breath, praying that she wouldn’t wake up as I felt for my jeans that lay crumpled on the floor. I dressed quickly and quietly, my eyes continually wandering back to the brown head that lays fast asleep in that bed. I considered waking her to say goodbye, but I couldn’t remember her name.

I slid a pair sunglass on as I moved out the door, stopping briefly to lean against it and sigh heavily. My heart felt a moment of pain when I thought about what I had done, so blocked her name out, shaking his head clear of my thoughts.

When I made it outside of the room, toxic teenagers sleeping on the floor, drinks and cigarettes everywhere, I fumbled into my back pockets for my phone, finding  it and I quickly called Zayn and exclaimed what I had done to this poor girl.  I hopped into my car, catching some paparazzi out of the corner of my eye. So I decided t  turned the radio up louder to drown my thoughts out as I drove off quickly, hoping none of the cameras would follow me.

I slammed my hands down into the steering wheel repeatedly, letting my anger and frustration and pain out, of what I had done. A car behind me honked and I slammed on the gas, pulling my car over and putting it in parking spot , sitting there, my  breathing heavy and ragged, I cant believe what I had done, I have to go say I am sorry.

I sighed a little in shame as I listed the things that I could remember doing, I didn’t do anything bad, I just feel asleep next to her. What if I forced her to do it? Oh gosh, I am a bad  bad person. I close my eyes and still be capable of tracing all the lines of her face perfectly.  She became a stranger faster than I thought was possible, but remembering  my last conversation was no problem for, me, so at least I wasn’t that drunk. Waking up to find that you have slept with a girl was a bad thing. But I know she is the one for me, I want to call her my princess, but I bet she thinks it was just a one nighter, but it wasn’t

I was sniffling and sobbing looking down at the phone, unable to hold my emotions back, hiding my tears and I choke as I sob down. I held the phone away from me while I blew mynose.

 

“How many people have you been sleeping with last night in the club?” He asked softly, his voice sounding tired and raspy. I looked up at him, it was Paul. “Don’t ask me that question unless you’re prepared to answer it yourself.” He stayed silent, rubbing his hand over his face slowly. “So now what? Hmm? We’re just supposed to say goodbye to that girl and that’s it?” Paul whispered, gripping the phone tightly in his fist. “I don’t know. I’m sorry that I didn’t worn you I was going to do that, but what’s done is done. I can’t… I can’t exactly leave her  to herself after I slept  with her, I actually think I am falling in love with her, even though it was one nighter, I can’t even be with anyone but her she made me feel special”. I was whispering as well, my voice continually breaking, but I kept trying to cover it up

“You get attached. You only sleep with that one girl when you really like them, when you’re attached to them, you did it because you got drunk and stupid, you didn’t it after carefully thinking it through! You knew what you were doing, and you didn’t care about how it would affect the band and her also your family” I went quiet as the memory of that visit filled my mind.  I breathed heavy into my hands, listening to Pauls silence, thinking that he was probably standing there with his  hand clasped over his mouth in shock at his own words, I started feeling tears escape my eyes and stroll over my red cheeks  I snapped out of my memories, swallowing harshly and gently grabbing my phone out of pauls hand and headed in the direction of the house . I wanted to rewind yesterday and handled it better, go back to last night, and stop me from going crazy with the brown girl from the bar. 

I headed the way that I came and wanted to see the girl.

 

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