Torn | Completed

Charlie Faires considers herself just like anybody else although shes not like most teenagers. When all her friends fan girl over the biggest boyband in the world One Direction she says they're nothing but five idiots with fancy hair and cars but will her thoughts on them change when they stay at her Mums 5 star hotel...


43. Falling apart

*12 o'clock that night*

I was feeling dizzy, I nearly fell off of the bar stool a number of times but I was staying. "Sir you might want to leave I think you've had enough!" The bartender said to me. "NO!" I shouted banging my fists on the counter. "Give me another!" I ordered smacking a 5 pound not down on the counter. The man at the bar shook his head but he took my money and did as I said. I knew I was drunk, I knew I was locked out of my head, but I needed to heal the pain of what Charlie did to me. As soon as I took one more sip of my pint of beer I felt the urge to be sick. I rushed outside onto the pavement and threw up. I was finding it hard to stand on my own two feet and see when I heard someone call my name.

"Niall! Niall what are you doing out here drinking at this time of night." A voice said. "Charlie, is it you!?" I asked. "No! It's Ruby!" The voice said, I'd seemed to have made her angry by reffering to her as Charlie. 

"Ruby's P.O.V.*

I picked Niall up out of the gutter. Ugh he reeked of beer.

"C'mon you can sleep on the couch in the cafe!" I told him dragging him along with me.

"What cafe?" He asked. His words were slurred and his eyes were closed . I walked down the road basically carrying him. He had all his weight on me and he was heavy. He kept needing to be sick every 5 minutes too so I just let go and he fell to the ground to puke.

"Oh Niall what have you done!" I said to him. Once we reached the cafe I dumped him on the couch in the middle of the cafe. He immediately fell asleep. I pulled down the cafe blinds and made my way upstairs to my own bed leaving Niall to go asleep on the couch. What had that girl done to him? It was all her fault. I really hope he doesn't take her back because shes the type of girl that will just keep doing it and doing it on him. 

*The Next Morning*

*Charlie's P.O.V.*

"Charlie you have to get up you can't just sit there and weep all day" Sufia lectured. "I don't want to get up!" I snapped. I was lying in bed holding Nialls shirt tightly into my chest never wanting to let go of it. 

"Hey you brought this on yourself now get your lazy arse up off that bed!" She told me pulling open the curtains. The sun peeped in the window lighting the whole room up. But I didn't want it to be bright, I wanted to lie here in the dark forever. I began to cry again. I had been up all night crying my eyes out and the pillow was black from mascara stains. 

"Stop feeling sorry for youself, up!" Sufia ordered. She pulled me up by the shoulders and shoved some clothes at my chest. 

"Go put these on and do something with that mess of a life you own!" So I made my way into the small bathroom and pulled the clothes on. It seemed 40 times harder though this morning. I walked out of the bathroom still looking a mess in my opinion. 

"Now, you look a bit better and you'll look even more amazing with your make up and hair fixed." So Sufia fiddled with my hair and kindly did my make up for me. When she was done I looked in the mirror. Although I looked better I didn't feel it. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I looked at Sufia and she looked at me. Who could that be. 

"I'll get it!" Sufia offered making her way towards the door. "If its Harry tell him to go away and that I never want to see his face again!" I ordered. She sighed and clicked open the door. 

"Oh Niall Hi!"

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