“Where are you taking me?” I demand as he sets me down on the seat. He buckles me up and walks to the driver’s seat. “Home,” He answered sounding very irritated. I nod and looked out the window; everyone is piling out of the house to catch us. Harry and Logan pushed past some people and run up to the car. I shrink down in the seat as Niall backs out and drives off.


The rest of the drive was very quiet. At that moment I just realized that he’s drunk and he’s driving. “Niall pull over,” I break the silence. “Why,” He asks looking down the road. “Because you’re freaking drunk and we might get into a car crash…” I say even more quietly. He chuckles, “We are almost home, calm down… besides, in the past month I always drive while I’m drunk.” I look at him to see if he was joking but he was looking straight down the road; he wasn’t joking.


We drive by a huge house and my mouth drops. “That’s our house…” Niall says quietly. I look at him and he stopped the car and got out before I even said anything. I unbuckled myself and stepped out of the car before he got to my car door. I took off my heels and walked up to the door. I examined the pearl two columns beside the door, it’s beautiful. It’s absolutely beautiful. “You like it?” his groggy voice whispers behind me. I turned around; he was leaning against a column, his face seemed like he was worried. I nodded; he gave a half smile and slowly walked up to the door and opened it with his key. I stepped in and almost fell down at the sight of the inside; it looks like the inside of Jay Gatsby’s house from the movie The Great Gatsby. I remember talking about the movie to him; I didn’t think that he would actually listen to my rants or talks about the movie to him. I followed him upstairs and into a room that could fit about forty people in it. He stayed quiet as I gently touched the bed, the walls, and every object that was in my sight. I can’t believe he did this, I opened another door in the room and footsteps were behind me. “Lauren…” Niall called me quietly. I twisted the door knob and walked in, turning on the light switch I gasped. Wine bottles, Beer bottles, margaritas were all over the floor, the bed was not made and was stained, there were no windows in the room and on the dressers the lamps and everything else was shattered on top of them. Did he do this? Why would he do this? Is all of this my fault? I stepped over the bottles and walked towards a mirror with a small picture on it. My knees grew weak as I moved closer to it; it’s me and him on the beach in Hawaii. It was the day that Cayla and Harry had their first date, while we went to NorthShore with the boys. I frowned as I took it off the mirror and examined it more, memories flew through my head and I bit my lip.


Bottles were clinking and I turned to see Niall picking up everything. I shifted and once he noticed my stare he stepped towards me. I got up and walked up to the door, “Can you show me where the shower is?” Carrying the bottles he walked out of the room and into the bigger room, I followed him close behind. He turned into a small hallway in this room and opened the door, I poked my head in and my eyes grew. Holy shit, it’s huge! I walked in and turned around; Niall set the bottles down and looked at me, “Lauren, I’m sorry.” He began but I held my hand up to hush him. “I don’t want to talk about… not now… please.” He looked down and closed the door so I could shower in peace.



I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself up in a warm white towel; I grabbed a smaller towel and wrapped my dripping hair in it. I slid across the giant bathroom and opened the door, peaking my head out. The hallway is quiet; I walked out deciding that I should look around. I looked inside the room next to the bathroom and opened it, it was a small make up room; I walked around looking at the entire make up I never had. I pressed the kiss lips and a door opened. I slowly walked in revealing a wardrobe, “What the… oh my god these are all my sizes?!” I murmured to myself. I walked around touching all of the different fabrics and styles, why did he get these? I looked over and saw the pajama section, I picked up some inappropriate ones and giggled… he would get those. I picked up a silk light pink dress and slipped it over my head. I hunted down the under wear section and found a lot of lacey Victoria Secret type. I grabbed a black lace bikini type and put it on, I then picked up the towels and walked out and head for the big room.



I turned off all of the lights and sighed, Niall was no where to be found.The bed was soft and comforting, it seemed like it has not been used. I turned over every now and then trying to find a comfortable position. I looked across the bed and it was empty, I laid my arm across it and closed my eyes, imagining that Niall was lying next to me. This all seems like a dream. That room… no one told me that he’s been drinking that much. I could have helped him. It’s my fault, he even got this house for me and I left. I broke him. He got all of those tattoos because I wasn’t around. He wouldn’t even talk to the boys because he probably would think of me. I’m the monster now. I broke the one I loved and didn’t even help him back up. By this time I was crying, I turned over and hugged the pillow. Two hands touched me with caution and I squeezed my eyes shut crying softly now. They rubbed my back and there was a whisper, “Don’t cry princess, I’m here.” This wasn’t a dream, Niall is here. I stopped crying and just sniffled. The covers were off me and then the other side of the bed deepened. I was being pulled by muscular arms and my back was now against a warm body. I faced Niall and wrapped my small arms around his muscular body. “I’m here princess… I missed you so much.” His voice was gentle. “I know you didn’t want to talk about this but since you’re asleep, I want to tell you everything. I was alone for the past months, I was drunk… always drunk. I lost my mind and slept with every girl I met at parties, but every time I brought them home I would not do anything. They stayed in that one room, I always thought of you. When I was alone in the daytime, I would look at that one picture on the mirror and began throwing stuff around. The boys would come over and help me out, but I refused to listen to them. Then when I heard that Cayla and you were staying at Harry’s I just wanted to punch the fuck... I mean life out of him. I didn’t want you to stay with him and Cayla, I wanted you with me. I always want you with me. I began to ignore the boys since they kept you away from me. I know I should have came back to you, I’m sorry. I have you now and you won’t leave my sight. I love you.” I held my breath as I was listening. Tears slowly streamed down my face and it was hard to not say anything to him. He kissed my head and slid down, he nuzzled his face next to my stomach and I could feel the cold tears from him. I tried to sleep for the night but I couldn’t, I kept replaying what he said to me, over and over again.





Goose bumps appeared on my arms and stomach as the cold wind brushed against me. I fluttered my eyes open and daylight appeared. I rubbed my eyes and reached for Niall. I fell on top of empty space; I’m usually a light sleeper… where did he go? I rolled off the bed and quietly walked to the stairs. Now since it’s daytime I can see the house perfectly, the downstairs seemed like nothing has been touched. I awkwardly walked around to find the kitchen; I know Niall will be in there. After a few minutes of my searching I came upon the pearl white empty kitchen. Hmmm, where can he be in this house? “Niall?” I quietly called out for him. No answer. “Niall…” I said a little louder. I groaned and decided to check out the place, he might be with the boys anyway.



I made up my mind that this was a mansion. After walking around all morning I found so many rooms, there are probably more secret ones but I need to get dressed. I walked out of the library and headed towards the stairs. Sunlight beamed through the house and I looked outside. I haven’t been out there and I doubt he has neighbors…
I walked out and embraced the warmth of the sunlight. The pool is so huge and there’s a walk way to a garden and another one to a big field with two soccer goals up. He would… only him. I walked down to the garden area and found another set of stairs, being a curious girl I took those stairs. I walked up to a sign that said “Indoor pool and Gym.” I rolled my eyes. I walked in a skinny/ small hallway. One side said pool and other side said gym. I took the gym because it was closer to me; I looked through the small window and saw Niall shirtless, and sweaty lifting weights. I watched how his muscles tensed and grew as he lifted the weights. His face was blank and he gritted his teeth when he lifts the weights. He sat them down and patted his forehead, and then walked to the back of the room; I could only see his back. He picked up a weight ball and threw it across the room. There was a shattering sound and I ran in to see what he did. When the door closed he turned around in shock. I stopped running and stood awkwardly, patting down my dress. He was breathing heavily and looked at me with shock and worry in his eyes. “I saw you throwing something… I was just worried that you’d make a hole in the wall…” I squeaked out. I looked over and saw there was another gym connected to this one and my face began to heat up. Niall said nothing but just looked at me, why won’t he say anything? Realization hit me and the embarrassment ate up my face. I’m in my silk dress pajamas with no bra on. I quickly turned around, “I should let you be…”
“No, don’t leave. Come here,” Niall finally spoke. He grabbed my arm and I twirled to face him. He was still breathing heavy, I looked up and down. He muscles and his forming abs and his tight shorts… holy fuck. I suddenly noticed the tattoos and I began to trace them. He straightened when I touched them but then relaxed, “I know you don’t like them.” He said quietly. “I love them. They are perfect,” I stated while tracing his fire one. There were so many to trace but I found it interesting to see what has been on his mind while we were separated. “I’m sorry,” I whispered not looking at him. “What? No. Don’t be sorry, it’s my fault, I made the stupid mistake,” He said touching my arms. “But I was not here for you…” I say quietly hoping that he didn’t hear me. “Look at me Lauren,” He demanded but I pulled away from him. “I missed you so much Niall…” tears began to form in my eyes. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, hugging me he whispered, “I missed you more than you could ever know.”

Notes

Sorry it's taking me a long time to type the new chapters, I've been very busy but next weekend i'll try to type another one!

xx Lo