Complacent [Duplicity Niall]

[So we're starting around chapter 52, Nialls prime. Sorry if my plot doesnt make sense im only writing this for sillies]

One show, I had Said.

But here I was, in a penthouse. A show hasn't happened yet.

And as soon as one does, I swear, I'm getting out of here.

Niall had slept on my couch (Luke's couch) and then drove me here this morning, and said I wasn't allowed to change my mind till we went to a show.

I had met "Nova", a really pretty girl, but a little shy I'd say, who was wearing a black one piece, with Jean shorts over. A tamer version of my outfit.

Niall kept mixing different types of alcohol to make me try, and I was mostly talking to Nova at the counter, eating oreos, in between taking sips of his drinks.

"About time!" Niall said, and I turned, to see who we were waiting for. I hadn't actually asked.

She looked familiar, but I couldn't exactly pin point it right away.

She was hot. With blonde hair, and a red bikini with jean shorts pulled on. I love that we all share a hive mind of what to wear.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hold everyone up," Hot girl says, holding the camera around her neck. "Hi Nova."

Nova says hello to her, and I don't yet ask who this girl is. I don't care much. Niall moves from my side a little, to give Aven the most recent concoction he had been stirring up. Tequila mixed with a bunch of other shit.

"We were waiting for you," Niall tells her, watching her take the drink. I watched them, my tongue moving around my back molars, trying not to bite on it. For some reason.

"Oh," The blonde girl responds.

Since the red solo cup he had given her was the one I had been using, I grabbed another one, pouring straight, silver tequila in it.

"Oh," Niall said, watching me. "Sor-"

"'s fine, I like it straight anyway," I say, and he drops it.

"So here's to not remembering anything that happens today, and hopes of getting on the bus tomorrow," Niall raises his cup. I raise mine too, deciding not to jab that I absolutely was not going to be getting on the bus.

"I probably won't," Liam chuckles. Everyone raises their cups, and downs them. I bring mine to my mouth, but can't even tip it back. I set it down on the table, glancing at the others.

I should go home. I could be in bed right now. Eating trix. Watching Gossip Girl.

"I hate it," The blonde girl coughs.

"It's awful," Nova mutters disgusted.

I don't say anything, since one I didn't drink again, and two, I've been drinking everything Niall handed me since this morning.

"One more!" Niall grabs the bottle again. He takes my cup, and starts pouring, eyes briefly glancing into it.

Oh it's not empty, I can see his brain process, tipping the bottle away, awkwardly handing it to me, moving on.

"Niall, I haven't eaten," I hear the girl mutter.

He tells her to eat a strawberry, as I tip back my topped off cup, drinking it all down. It stings my throat, and it makes my insides try to crawl out and scream and die.

I toss my red solo cup on the counter, it rolling on its side.

"To Daytona!" Niall says.

"Daytona, baby," I mutter with clear false enthusiasm, watching Louis roll his eyes at me. All of them, but Nova, down their new shots. How ironic, I have gone before them, excluding myself.

Whatever.

"Okay, let's go," Niall says, and Nova stands up from the couch.

I follow Nova, coming up beside her.

"Who's that girl?" I ask her, standing by her, pulling on the hem of my shorts.

"That's Aven, she's the bands photographer," Nova explains.

"Fancy," I say, glancing towards the kitchen. "Aven...hmm."

"What?" Nova asks.

"I just feel like I know her from somewhere. It's nothing," I wave it off. Nova glances to the kitchen.

"Where is she? Hold on-" Nova walks towards the kitchen, and I head to the elevator with the guys.

I stand in the back corner, using the back of my hand to push the baby hairs up the back of my neck, falling out of my ponytail, as Aven and Nova crowd into the elevator, followed by Harry.

He looks at me, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, and raises an eyebrow. He scratches his collarbone, and I glance down.

On my chest, in the spot, there's a small mark. I do not look back at Harry.

"Fuck, did anyone bring coke?" Niall asks, and my body twitches a little at the mention. Harry raises his hand, looking down at his phone.

Niall pushes his snap back down on his head a little, after lifting it to run a hand through his hair, sighing, "Oh thank god."

Outside, the air was thick and suffocating. We crossed over the street, to the crowded beach on the other side.

My dollar store flip flops, two different colors, practically falling apart, warned me to watch where I stepped as we got to the beach. Last month I sliced the entire bottom of my foot on a big piece of glass on the beach. I would rather be euthanized than go through that again.

The hot grainy sand pooled between my toes, as we walked across it. I looked up from my feet, to see Niall drape his arm over Aven, as she asks something I can't hear.

Not because she's far away, but because my mind blocks it out entirely.

"You alright? You look like you're gonna throw up," Liam says from beside me.

"Feel like it," I grumble, stepping up over a can.

"Drank too much?"

"Probably," I say, looking at my vice once more, before averting my gaze entirely. Because it's not healthy to be jealous of some pretty girl I don't know. And for what? Just cause my friend was hanging out with her and not me after he practically dragged me here.

Our group heads to the cabana, the bouncer at the front opening the Velvet rope for us.

Hehe, we're special.

The fancy vip lounge, lined with oak floors, and had a granite bar. Tables for seating, cushioned patio beds, and umbrellas for shade.

Jesus, two years ago we would've gotten kicked out of a place like this.

They were doing much better without me, I guess, huh?