Running After You

There was a pain in my chest, like something had struck me through the heart, took it out, cooked it, and served it to me on a silver platter.

I guess you could say I was jealous of Zayn. That I wanted to rip his head off. Hey, I'd known Rosa for two or so months. He'd just met her that morning.

I was just driving around, looking for a pub, I guess. No, I wouldn't get drunk, just get a little buzzed, eh?

Rosa

Niall hasn't come back. It was way past dinner time, and I was afraid something happened to him. I'd called him a number of times, getting his peppy voicemail.

"Hi, it's Niall. Either end the call now, or leave a message. I don't care which."

At first the voice mail had amused me. Now it worried me more than anything he had done before. And with Niall, that's saying something.

Suddenly, the entrance door opened, and Niall, tripping slightly as he entered, came in, a goofy smile on his face.

"Niall Horan!" I exclaimed, rushing over to him and catching him before the drunk fell. "You're drunk!"

"Duh, silly," he slurred, bopping me on the nose with a finger that smelled of alcohol.

"I can't believe you, Ni. I really can't," I said. "C'mon, let's get you to your bed." I almost drag him to his small, hotel bed. It was about three feet wide and just barely the height of him.

"Go on, take the shirt off, Rosey."

His voice scared me. I stepped back, away from him, my hands around my abdomen. he gave me a lazy, creepy smile.

"Niall..." I warned him. He came closer, so I looked for anywhere I could go. He put his hands on my waist, and I gasped, really scared, now. I'd never seen Niall drunk before. I'd never seen him drink!

"Oh, Rosey," he said, again in the same creepy tone. His eyes were the thing that set me off running into the bathroom, grabbing my phones I did so.

His eyes were a mix of black, navy blue and a bit of bright yellow. And it scared me.

Notes

I told you soon, savannah, didn't I?