Niall’s view:
“Niall, we are coming back to L.A.”
“Harry, why??” I was enjoying myself and really liked being alone.
“Liam talked to Simon and our scheduling is way ahead and he wants to keep it that way. So tomorrow in the morning we will be coming in the house. We won’t wake you but around 8.30 Simon wants us to meet at the usual conference Centre. Also Liam misses you.”
“I miss all of you.” Lie.
“Well we are getting packed and will head out to the flight soon. Just a few more hours and we will be with you. We want you to know we care about you.” The phone shuffled and I heard yelling.
“We are always here for you Niall. If you feel like you can’t take it anymore we will help life get better.” Louis said. Then the phone shuffled again.
“We are always here and will seriously help you when you need. All you have to do is ask.” Zayn said before it shuffled again.
“I will let you go, since you want time alone and everything.” Liam hung up. Ok, that did make my heart ache a bit. I miss them but when I can barely stand anyone at the moment time becomes my best friend. I set the phone down on the table and took another giant fork full of ice cream. Even when Liam isn’t here I just use forks, life is just that much easier. My phone rang again and it was Justin Horan.
“Hey.” I answered with a mouthful.
“Me and some friends are going out tonight. I figured I should at least invite you.” Justin said with a small annoyance in his voice.
“I'm good. Thanks for the invite but the lads are coming in tomorrow and we have work after that so I would much rather just stay home. Maybe next time.” I wasn’t lying. I'm more of the stay at home type. Big dates aren’t my thing. I love the spotlight but every little bit of time I get to just sit and watch TV means so much more. I have learned to appreciate the little things through all the big things. Cheesy I know but I really do. I set down the ice cream container and picked up my phone again. I looked at it for a minute then unlocked it to text Justin. I told him I'm coming and asked him where I needed to be at. He text back with an address. I knew where that was because it was only a few blocks down from my house. I put away the tub I was eating out of and went straight for a shower. I cleaned up a little nicer than I would have if it was just a normal crowd. I have this jealousy towards Justin. He cares about what people think and I don’t, but that seems to become a problem when I hang out with his type of people. The first time I met Selena I could tell she was being nice only because I knew Justin, now she likes me but that’s another thing. I always have to impress people. I'm tired of always trying but in this business people care, so in return you have to. Once I was wearing a nice letterman jacket and Jordan’s I went to Liam’s bathroom for his straightener. I dabbled with it for a minute then realized my hair was pretty straight with or without a straightener. I’ll admit this next part proudly, I use makeup. I’m not a wiz at using it but I know the basics to applying foundation. Guys use makeup and I'm not an exception. Once I was as good as ready I drove to the address slowly. I didn’t know what to expect really. It could be a couple people hanging out or a full on party with celebs. Once I turned left to the right street I noticed cars heading up this long drive. I noticed one car as Justin's and followed him up the drive. Once the house started to appear you could hear the music and the party lights gleaming through the house. Liam called me.
“Hey, I know you are probably having the time of your life but I just wanted to call you without all the other guys around. So how is your vacation going??” Liam genuinely cared.
“Great, I'm actually going out with Bieber since he's here in L.A. I'm kind of busy.” I said parking my car along the drive way where everyone else was. I saw a lot of celebrities heading to the house so it was one of those parties.
“Good. I hope you two have fun. Niall don’t drink. We have too much to do tomorrow and we don’t –”
“Yeah, yeah. Ok, bye.” I rushed and hung up. I was so going to get shitfaced tonight. I slid out of the car and made sure it was locked before walking away. I put the keys in my pocket and took all the necessary steps to make sure I had my wallet, keys, and phone in safe places so I couldn’t lose them. Once I walked through the door I looked around. It was a nice mansion with some tiny decorations around. No one would pay attention to them but my loser self-did. People pushed passed me to get to another room. This party was a wet one and already out of control. I looked around for a clock. I found one reading 8.30. It wasn’t even ten and people were drunk. This was going to be a good night. I found my way to the kitchen to find Justin mixing some drinks.
“Hey, you found it.” He said looking at me as he poured something into two cups.
“Yeah, it’s hard to miss.” I looked around again to see the kitchen counters full of things.
“Well, Jessica is having her adult party down stairs and she said Iz could have a small party. Enjoy yourself and get drunk because Jessica said anyone who wants to drink can stay here.” Justin smiled and handed me a drink of some sort.
“Wait, did you say Iz, as in –”
“Izallouis, my fill-in choreographer. She is around here somewhere, just look for her.” He said then headed off. I was on a mission to find her. If she is here I can at least start talking to her. I started to walk to the living room and someone passed me and handed me a drink. I took it because I was planning on having some alcohol in this Irish system. I took a sip and felt the cool burn of it slid down my throat. It tasted good. I pretty much walked in a circle back to the kitchen without finding her. I made myself another mixed drink and started the search again. I walked outside and didn’t find her around. My drink was gone and I made another, and then headed up stairs. When I was up there people smiled at me and clinked our cups together so we took a sip at the same time. No one here was sober. I didn’t find her but managed to be out of my drink so what do I do, head down stairs to make another. I made another and by now my speech was slurred, my eyes burned, my body was hot, and I was actually kind of in the mood, if you know what I mean.
“Hey Horan. Come dance with me.” Some girl with brown hair pulled me around. I followed not understanding what was going on. She took me back out to the living room and started to touch all over my body. Every place she touched tingled and felt intensified. Something felt funny inside me, but I liked it. “Touch me.” She whispered to me. I wasn’t going to fight her when she grabbed my hands and stuck them on her bum. I rubbed her arse and moved up under her shirt to feel her skin. She was cool and I was on fire. I felt so ready to just- she threw her lips to mine and I sloshed my tongue around in her mouth carelessly. We were barely dancing anymore. I still held my cup and when I went to take another sip I looked at the bottom and saw two pills fizzling out. I was drugged. Someone drugged me. I had something in my system that was intensifying every touch. I drank the rest of the cup and dropped it. “Let’s go.” She pulled me by my jacket up stairs and into an empty room. She tossed me back on the bed and started to crawl up me.
“What are you doing??” I slurred out.
“Are you ready Horan?? I'm going to rock you.” She was very assertive. Soon I was completely stripped down. She was the same and continued to take off her last piece of clothing. Before I knew it I was a goner.

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