I feel the liquid swish down my throat. A sudden burn cascades through my body as I ease into my own little perfect world. Then fog fills my lungs and causes them to tighten and slowly releases with ease. smoke pouring out of my nose, slowly but steadily breathing in and out. While chugging on some whiskey, I here a faint yell. Slowly coming to reality, the yell gets louder when I see it's just Zayn calling me in for a meeting. I stumble going up the few steps but Zayn doesnt seem to notice. I slam the door behind me as I enter the meeting room and plop into my seat sipping on the half empty bottle.
"Niall lad, you need to stop."
"Stop what?" I say sternly.
"You have a drinking problem, also a drug problem. Your either drinking or smoking something." Zayn says sitting down with a concerned look.
"What? I dont think you have room to talk there Zayn."
"You really havent noticed Niall?" He said almost hurt. " I quit two months ago. Im clean."
I kind of jump a little. I dont know why, I guess just the fact that he doesnt smoke with me anymore I should of known. I take another gulp of whiskey only for Harry to rip it out of my hands.
"NIALL! STOP DOING THIS!" He shook the bottle in my face. "IT ISNT HEALTHY FOR YOU! YOUR KILLING YOURSELF!" He throws it in the garbage and turns around. He almost looks tired. Liam stands up.
"Niall, we are worried that's all. We are about to start another tour, we cant handle you constantly partying or not showing up to perform. What would the fans thing? They love us, worship us, and you do this in return? You need to quit."
"Eh I'll quit when I want." I stood up and started walking towards the door.
"If you arent going to stop, you are out of the band." Louis said so blunt and flat.
"No, he IS out of the band." Harry said welling up. "Just get out of here!" He yelled.
I shrugged it off and walked out the door. Walking down the street a lit my cigarette saying that I know I shouldnt smoke all that other stuff in front of other people. I passed the coffee shop to see a girl with long brown hair that was wavy and really pretty. She looked up at me and looked away quickely. I smirked a bit puffing on the cigarette. I walked next door to the shop and there was a bar. Sitting down I ordered the strongest drinking and felt a buzz come one. Then I thought about the girl. Hmmm, maybe she is still there.