Abused

Rachel's P.O.V.

I paced back and forth across the bathroom, running a hand through my hair.

I always had to mess things up one way or another.

I don't know exactly how long I paced for before a soft knock on the door made me jump.

I froze, deciding not to say anything.

"Rachel?"

My eyes narrowed slightly at the voice outside the door.

"Its me, Chelsea" she added.

I sighed before talking.

"What do you want?" I mumbled.

"Can you let me in?" she asked.

I opened the door quickly, letting her walk in past me, closing it softly behind her.

I wasn't fully sure why she was here. I had spent quite a lot of time with her over the last two weeks but we weren't close enough that I wanted her to see me in this state.

"I just came to check if you were okay.." she scanned me quickly.

"Of course, I'm fine" I couldn't help the sarcastic tone to my voice.

She raised her eyebrows as I continued.

"I've officially ruined everything with Niall and this time theres no way to fix it.." I snapped.

She frowned slightly.

"Rachel relax.. You haven't ruined everything. I'm sure things might be a bit awkward, but it'll be fine. You guys were drunk, it's no biggie" I knew her words were to help me but they just made me feel worse.

Even she could see the kiss had meant nothing.

"I-I just don't know how to face him now" I whispered, back honestly.

"Seriously, its just a kiss. It's not a big deal" she said firmly.

Then suddenly her eyes widened.
"Wait, it was just a kiss, right?" she added.

I nodded quickly.

"Yeah. I guess by the time we got home we were too tired to do anything else" I mumbled, heat filling my cheeks.

"Right. Well look Niall's ran off to his room and your hiding out in the bathroom. Aren't you guys overreacting just a tad?" she pressed.

Niall had ran off to his room? So he wasn't taking this well either. I knew this would happen. I shouldn't have drank so much and then none of this would have happened.

It was after all me who went up to Niall and basically told him how I felt before we kissed.

I tried reminding myself however that it was actually him who kissed me. Despite the fact that
I knew it was a mistake to him, I couldn't help but cling to the a bit of hope that subconsciously knew what he was doing.

"Rach?" Chelsea clicked her fingers in my face to pull me out of my daze.

"What?"

"I said you should just go talk to him. The longer you leave it, the more awkward it'll get" she replied.

I took a deep breath, knowing she was right.

Niall was obviously freaking out too so he wasn't going to come to me about it. He was always the one who had to come and comfort me when situations got bad. It was finally my turn.

"Yeah, yeah... Okay. I will" I mumbled.

Chelsea seemed a little surprised that I had agreed.

"Really? Like now?" she asked quickly.

I nodded.

"No time like the present, eh?"

I had to talk to him now if I wanted to have any chance at salvaging the friendship at all.

Maybe Chelsea was right. Maybe I was overreacting.

After all, to Niall it was just a drunken kiss. A mistake.

He probably would feel a little bit awkward but he'd be okay with it.

But me?

I wasn't sure how I would manage to look him in the eye and tell him the kiss meant nothing to me. I didn't know how I was meant to lie to his face after everything that happened with Brad. It just wouldn't feel right.

I made my way out of the bathroom slowly and headed towards Nialls bedroom.

Once I was outside the door I stopped.

This was it. I had to act normal. I had to lie again. Tell him it meant nothing to me - That we were just drunk.

I took another deep breath before opening the door slowly.

Niall was lying flat on his back on the bed. He looked to the door when I opened it but then continued staring at the ceiling.

I closed the door behind me softly, my whole stomach full of butterflies.

"Hi.." My voice came out as no more than a whisper.

He sighed softly.

"Hey" He replied.

I wasn't sure what to say or do really. I didn't know how to handle him like this.

"Are you okay?" I eventually asked, running my hand through my hair.

He sat up so that his back was resting on the top of the bed.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit surprised is all" he told me softly.

"I know.." I replied, preparing myself.

"We were drunk though. It didn't mean anything" I added, looking down.

I kept my gaze on my hands until I could no longer stand the silence.

When I looked up his brow was furrowed.

"What?" his voice came out flat.

I took another deep breath.

"It meant nothing" I repeated.

"Nothing?" he asked.

I couldn't understand why he sounded so.. vulnerable.

My eyes narrowed slightly.

"Well obviously Niall! You don't even remember it!" I snapped, sounding a lot more harsh than I meant to.

I sighed then.

"Look, I just want to forget about this, okay? Can we just pretend it never happened?" I asked, calmly.

"You-You think that's best?" he stuttered over his words slightly for reasons unknown to me.

No, of course I didn't think it was best. How could he see right through me, yet he couldn't see how I felt about him.

"Yes, I do" I lied.

He nodded.

"Okay. It never happened" he told me.

"What never happened?" I teased.

He rolled his eyes, smiling slightly.

"Original"

Notes

In a rush so I cant write a l A/N.
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