Just me

When the music stops is the only one left behind. Niall Horan...


4. The night

Although I was annoyed at Niall, I remained. I talked with Simon, and finally I was about to go home. I had time to just jump down from the seat, pay him and then I felt a hand grabbed my arm. 
I knew immediately who it was. I looked at Niall and I saw that he really meant it. 
"That's okay." I said and took my jacket. Niall didn't let go of my arm. It was as if he was looking for contact and he wouldn't let me go. 
"I live nearby. Want to keep up?" 
I was startled and I looked at him. I was surprised and even Simon was surprised. Niall blushed slightly and a small smile appeared. 
"I'm not used to talking to other people, but give me a chance." 
I nodded a little bit. 
"Okay, if you promise not to be so damn angry as you seem to be." 
"I'll try!"


Niall lived in a cramped apartment. He had an unmade bed, a worn couch and everything just looked so worn. He quickly picked up the clothes lying everywhere and I saw beer cans everywhere. 
"You isn't cleaning your home?" 
Niall blushed. 
"I don't usually meet people here." he said quickly. "You want a beer?" 
I nodded and sat down on the couch. Although I hated his home, it was exciting. I sat in Niall Horan's apartment and I smiled at the thought. When I was younger I had wanted to stay with him and my dream was that Niall would see me, just me. Now I was there, but it wasn't like I had dreamed about. Niall came in and he gave me a can of beer. He sat down beside me and pulled off the jacket. I looked at him and tried to discern the old Niall. I just know his eyes. He pulled off his hat and I saw his dishevelled hair. It was clean but he certainly hadn't been to the hairdresser in six months. Niall blushed when he saw me staring at him. 
"I know!" he mumbled and opened the beer can. "I'm not exactly good looking anymore and I'm starting to get old." 
I smiled and shook my head. 
"You're not old when you are thirty years old." 
He laughed a little bit and gurgled in his beer. He then put the jar down on the table and leaned back in the couch. 
"So do you live here in the area?" 
I laughed and realized that he really was trying to be nice. 
"No, but close."
Niall ran his hand through his hair and he looked almost sad. 
"How is it that you came to the pub?" 
I smiled at him. 
"My friend took me there and she was the one that told me who you were." 
Niall didn't seem to care. He looked at me and he seemed to ponder. 
"You're an odd girl?" 
I nodded. 
"Well, maybe I'm odd, but I'm being kind when you get to know me." 
"How old are you?" 
I noted some interest on his part. 
"I'm twenty five years old."
Niall smiled weakly. I recognized his smile and it tingled to my stomach. 
"I was young." I said. "When you were twenty years old, I was only fifteen." 
He nodded and looked down at the table. 
"We had a lot of fans and I know that many were young. We did everything so that you would ..." 
He paused and I understood that it was a sensitive subject. He didn't directly wanted to talk about One Direction. 
"I know!" I whispered. I took up my hand and pulled away his bangs from his eyes. Niall was startled and gave me a scared look. I laughed a little bit and took my hand back. 
"You are afraid?" 
He shook his head. 
"No, I'm just not used to someone touch me."
I chose to let my gaze drift around the room. I saw no valuables and I saw just a boring home. Niall hadn't even hung up curtains, and he had no plants in the windows. Everything was so bare. 
"If you want you can sleep over." I heard Niall say. I was surprised and looked at him. 
"Sleeping over?" 
He smiled awry. 
"Yes, I'm eager to have sex." 
I was stiff all over and stood straight up on the floor. 
"Are you sick or something?" 
Niall gulped and shook his head. 
"I thought you wanted to fuck me?"
Direct I shook my head and I looked at him angrily. Who did he think he was? 
"No, I wont fuck you. You are fucking the craziest man there is." 
Niall sighed with disappointment and he grabbed the beer can. He drank it all and threw it away across the floor. 
"What do you want?" 
I backed off. 
"Nothing!" I replied cold. "It was a mistake to come here." 
I chose to leave him. I chose to walk away from his apartment, and I was angry. Niall Horan was an idiot and he didn't understood that I just wanted to get to know him.




Hope laughed and I looked at her she was amused. 
"So he thought you wanted to jump into bed with him?" 
I nodded and saw at her that she liked the subject. 
"He's fucking a moron and he's so selfish." 
She nodded and looked at me. 
"He's changed. So you won't go and listen to him?" 
I shook my head quickly. 
"No, I'm not going to give him one more second of my time."




It went on a month and I kept myself away from the pub. I quickly forgot Niall and devoted myself to my own life. I didn't meet Niall until late one night. I had been to a disco and was about to go home. Right as it was, I saw a man lying drunk on a bench and I saw that he wasn't awake. I was startled when I saw that it was Niall and I didn't know if I would bother me. It was cold outside and I had a feeling that he surely could freeze to death. I went up to him and tapped him lightly on the back. 
He grunted and I felt the smell of alcohol. I sat crouched and tried to shake him. 
"You shouldn't be lying here." 
"Fuck you!" he shouted directly cold and he opened his eyes. I saw that he was startled when he saw it was me. It was as if he stayed up and had to remember. He wobbled and sat up on the bench. I saw that he was ashamed, and he avoided my eyes. 
"What the hell are you doing here?" 
I swallowed and frowned. 
"I want to ask you the same thing. What're you doing here?" 
"I sleep!"
I straightened his jacket and tried to figure out a plan. 
"You can't sleep here." 
He became angry. 
"I can fucking sleep wherever I want?" 
I smiled and shook my head. 
"No, Niall! You can freeze to death," 
He didn't care. 
"Maybe that's what I want?" 
I sighed and stood up. I looked at him and realized that I couldn't leave him. 
"You need to sober up." 
He snorted and took out a cigarette. He lit it and blew smoke right at me. 
"You can't fucking let me be?"
I sighed and shook my head. 
"No, maybe I'm weird that bother me about you, but I don't want to read in the paper that you are dead." 
He flared out more smoke and I saw that he was startled. 
"Just let me be!" 
I sighed again. I grabbed his arm and pulled him up from the bench. 
"I wont leave you alone here. Not when you can't take care of yourself." 
"I'm fucking thirty years old ..." 
I shook my head. 
"You're acting like a child."


I chose to take him home. I sensed that it was a bad choice, but I hadn't got the heart to leave him. I took out an extra bed. I saw at Nialls clothes that they were really dirty, so I dragged him into the bathroom. I stripped him naked and put the clothes into the washing machine. Then I put him in the shower and turned on the water. 
"Damn it's cold!" he shouted. I snorted and gave him a soapy 
"Yes, otherwise you wouldn't have woken up. Wash yourself and make sure you are clean. You look like a homeless person."


I made ​​up the bed with a blanket and a pillow. Then I picked up some food and put on the table. I sensed that he hadn't eaten any food. Niall came out to me with the towel around his waist and he blushed, actually. 
"Why are you helping me?" 
I looked at him and I asked myself the same question. 
"I didn't wanted to see you lie there and die." 
Niall snorted. 
"Who cares?" 
I swallowed. 
"I do. I know that it would be easier to just let you be, but actually I do care."
Niall looked at me and I saw at him that he was grateful. It was as if he finally understood that I didn't want anything from him. I just wanted to be nice and get to know him. 
"Thank you!" 
I smiled and pointed to the food. 
"Eat it now."
He obeyed me and sat down on the sofa. He ate it all up quickly and I realized that he was really hungry. 
"Do you want more food?" 
Niall looked up at me again and he seemed surprised. 
"Do you have more food?" 
I smiled and nodded. 
"You got my dinner today. I have more left over and you get to eat more." 
Niall nodded a little bit and he looked down at the plate. 
"I haven't eaten in a while." 
I went to the kitchen and was surprised when he took the plate and followed me. I picked up the pot and put up more food on his plate. I put it into my micro. I saw that Niall followed me with his eyes and he sat down at the kitchen table. 
"I don't know what your name is?" 
I took the plate and placed it on the table in front of him. 
"Emelie!" I replied shortly. Niall smiled at me and then started to eat. I placed myself on the opposite at the table and looked at him. 
"Why did you end up on the bench?" 
Niall gulped and he avoided me. 
"I happened maybe pour in me a bottle of whiskey. I was with a friend and would go home."
I sighed. 
"You pour in a lot of alcohol?" 
Niall looked quickly at me and ate more of the food. 
"You haven't thought about not ..." I paused. "It's your life." 
Niall stopped. He looked up at me again and I saw a change in his face. 
"I have no life, or I have no purpose. Alcohol helps me forget and I know I should quit."
At last he seemed to be human.
"Then stop and dedicate yourself to something else?"
Niall hesitated.
"Like what?" he whispered uncertainly. "I'm not directly educated."
I watched him carefully.
"You can everything around music and why not help other artists? I know there are music studios where they need help."
Niall snorted.
"I've stopped with the music."
I smiled weakly.
"You sit with your guitar and sings in a pub. Also Known as music?"
Niall smiled and he looked up at me. 
"You have all the answers?" 
I quickly shook my head and saw that he began to relax. 
"I have no answers." 
Niall ate up the last thing on the plate. 
"I don't know if I want to work in a recording studio." 
I looked at him and smiled weakly. 
"You must  figure out what you want to do. You can't sit and wait for things to come to you. You must fight."
Niall nodded and he looked up at me again. 
"Maybe I should do that?" 
I nodded. Finally, I recognized him. Behind all the hair was still a mischievous little guy. My stomach tingled and it was like my old feelings for him showed up. 
"Are we going to sleep?" 
Niall nodded and smiled at me. Right as it was, he stretched over the hand to mine and took it gently in his. 
"Emelie, thank you for helping me. I know I'm an idiot and I'm not good." 
I enjoyed. 
"It's okay!"

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