Niall's view:
I woke up on my bed with a small accumulation of saliva under my cheek. I wiped my mouth and sat up. Looking at the time it was now four in the evening. I walked out of my room and found Louis and El in the kitchen making something. Liam and Zayn were watching TV.
“Harry come back yet??” I asked. They looked at me sympathetically knowing how I felt about this. “I'm going out.” I said and headed for the door.
“Wait, I'll come.” Zayn stood up.
“No, I'm going to see an old time friend.” I used Harry’s lame excuse.
“Niall.” Liam groaned.
“I'll be fine. No reckless behaviour, I got it.” I said. I knew Zayn didn’t want to come with me. He was only going to babysit me.
“Niall.” Liam groaned again. He felt bad; I was suckering him into this. After a moment of silence he spoke. “Fine, but Niall god so help me if you come home drunk or if you don’t even come home at all,” he stopped and breathed, “I'm just going to let everyone assume the worst.” Liam wasn’t very easy to crack but when he did it felt like winning the lottery.
“Ok.” I said brushing passed Zayn to get my car keys. I ran into my car and sped off before he had time to change his mind. I knew I was going to a liquor store but not to get drunk. I got on the bypass and started to go faster. I approached that eerie old town I went to last night. I pulled into the parking lot and got out of my car. I walked in and she immediately smiled.
“Hey.” She said no louder than a whisper.
“We need to talk.” I stated. She frowned and looked saddened. She came out from behind the counter and leaned back against it. “I don’t remember anything that happened when I was here last; I was hoping you could help me out.” I folded my arms. She looked nervous.
“We had some drinks.” She tried to sound confident but it just didn’t work for her persona.
“And??” I knew that couldn’t have been it.
“That’s it.” She said.
“Papers are saying we did other things.” I commented.
“We could have.” She said shrugging.
“Either you were too drunk to remember or you're not telling me.” I shot out.
“I drank water after three shots.” She said small.
“Look if we… you know… I'm not mad.” I sighed out. “I just need to know.” I said pleading for her to tell me the truth.
“We did.” She looks down.
“Damn it.” I cursed under my breath.
“I'm so sorry! You were so demanding and I didn’t know if you were going to get upset with me. I just figured I should. I didn’t want to make you mad. I'm so sorry.” She rambled on.
“You won't tell anyone??” I asked her. She shook her head sweetly. I just wrapped my arms around her. She hugged me back. We just stood in silence. “What's your name??” I asked.
“It's Sam.” She said breaking the hug that was overdue.
“Well Sam if you wouldn’t mind I would like to be your friend.” I said handing her my phone.
“I don’t mind at all.” She said typing her number in.
“I'm trusting you with a lot here. I know you are a fan so just don’t do me wrong.” I slightly scolded.
“I wouldn’t dream of it Niall.” She smiled. I was feeling good about being able to trust her. She did seem nice and I had a plan for her.
“Maybe after a bit you could meet the rest of the lads.” I said. That was a mistake because she started to fan girl.
“Omg! You would do that?? You can do that?? I love you so much!” She gushed.
“Hey, hey. I said after a bit. First I need to know that you are ok with being around people like us.” I said lowering her excitement.
“I can handle it.” She blushed embarrassed.
“I have to go because I promised Liam I would come home.” I said ending this encounter better than the last.
“Just text me.” She laughed.
“Bye Sam.” I waved off and left feeling better about this situation. On my drive home I stopped for ice cream. Something simple. Walking in the door everyone was home, Harry too. I smiled until I saw him.
“Niall, can we talk??” He grunted after Liam kicked his leg.
“I'm tired. I think I'll just go to bed.” I ignored him completely.
“Niall.” Zayn looked at me sternly.
“Night Zayn.” I said harsh back. I walked up the stairs and locked my room door. Tomorrow is a free day and I was going to be stuck under the microscope of Louis, Zayn, and Liam. Harry was going to get to leave and hang out with Izallouis and Liam wouldn’t say anything against it.
“This is bullshit.” I whispered out loud. My anxiety has been completely replaced with anger and some depression. I got out my phone and text Sam. I asked her if she would like to hang out tomorrow. As I waited for her response I brushed my teeth and changed. I was in the middle of putting on a fresh pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs when my phone lit up. I stopped and looked at it to see it was her saying she would love to. I text her back and said what we were doing and where we would meet up. She quickly responded asking about paparazzi and if it was a good idea after what has been spread around. I told her to trust me. She replied with a smiley face. I left the conversation there and slid into bed. I plugged my phone into charge and then went to bed.

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