2. Chapter Two
Its 9:00 p.m., lights should be going out except there is a knock at my door. I get up and open the door revealing the worn down Niall that I now know. “Come in.” I say and he does and I close the door and turn and he is sitting at my desk. I sit across from him on my bed. “How have you been?” I ask, crossing my arms. “I have been great actually; I didn’t have to deal with you.” He says and I feel a slight ping in my heart but I blow it off. “Ah, well you seem a little unstable.” I say, looking over his shabby clothes. “You seem unstable you bitch, judging me.” He says and I sigh. “Niall, look at yourself! You look like you haven’t showered for years; you reek of alcohol and cigarettes, that’s pretty unstable to me.” I say and he rolls his eyes. “You would know unstable, I can’t believe you believed that whole act the lads and I were playing; you actually believed I loved you?” He asks, laughing. “Did you actually believe me when I said I didn’t hate you? You shouldn’t have because I hate you and I still do, the only reason you are here is because Harry doesn’t know when your last hit, will be your LAST hit, now if you are done bringing up the past, I would like to discuss what is happening with you now.” I say as calm as possible. “There is nothing wrong with me.” He states, not even looking at me. “Okay, well apparently there is, you have been doing drugs and drinking alcohol.” I say and he shrugs. “The first step to cooperate is to admit you have a problem.” I say and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t give me that bullshit.” He says and I sigh. “If you aren’t going to cooperate then just go back to your room.” I say and he sighs. “Fine, I will.” He says and then leaves, slamming the door. I lie back on my bed, sighing a shaky breath. I am happy to see him again but not in this condition.
Sorry, short I know, still in the midst of writing this, how is it? -BoyBand&&VinerCrazed;)<3