Dirty Little Secret - A Niall Horan Story

7 - 'Always so mean to the boys.'

‘I wanna be drunk when I wake up..’

The phone rang and I sighed and got up and answered it without even looking at the caller ID. It felt like all I did nowadays was answering the phone and opening the door to people. Everyone wanted a piece of Alexandra’s life. Yay, me. Not.

‘What?’

I responded with a scowl, I really wasn’t in the mood for talking, with anyone.

‘Whoa, calm down there sweetie. No need to have your knickers in a twist!’

I heard a giggly girl voice in the other end and a smile spread over my face, first one today to be honest.

‘Amelia! Long time no see.’

I greeted her and she responded with a laugh.

‘Always knew that you had a thing for me, I always change your mood to the better. So, I guess that your mood will increase even more when I tell you that we are going out tonight.’

‘We’re going out? But my hand is in a cast for Christ sakes.’I argued and waved with my not so strong hand in the air, not that see could see it, but anyways.

‘You got to tell me all about that later, but I guess it has to do with that temper of yours.’

She said with a cheeky voice, I could imagine the grin on her face as she said it.

‘They always say that I’ve got it from my beloved daddy.’

I responded and thought back to my family at home, missing them dearly.

‘Yeah, you are quite the daddy’s girl, but anyways, cast or not, you are coming. You can drink with the other hand. What is it the friend of yours sings? I wanna be drunk when I wake up?’

She sang out and I swallowed a laugh, Amelia was many things but a singer was not one of them.

‘Yeah, I even have it as a ringtone.’

I commented.

‘Well, then it’s settled. We are going out. Meet me at our normal place in an hour, don’t be late.’

And with that she hung up the phone, leaving me with a look of panic. How does she expect me to get ready in an hour with a cast around my arm? Showering alone takes an hour when you have to wrap a plastic bag around your arm.

‘Well, no time to waste I guess.’

I muttered and headed towards the shower.

-

‘There you are! You’re looking lovely madam.’

Amelia turned towards me and gave me a hug. Today she was wearing one of her signature dresses, always in a vibrating color. Today it was a bright yellow; you almost could mistake her for the sun. She was the one for standing out, and her hair color for this evening was surprisingly toned down, it was a sleek black color.

‘You don’t look bad yourself.’

She countered and let go of me and studied my outfit. I didn’t really feel the need to dress up today so I had just put on some tight fitted jeans and a tank top, and my hair was up in a messy ponytail.

‘Well, let’s get drunk then I suppose.’

I cheered and she yelled towards the bartender.

‘A round of shots for me and my lovely friend, and keep them coming!’

He gave her a nod and she winked back at him.

‘Now tell me all about that thing.’

She pointed to my cast and began the story. She nodded once in a while, yelled ‘No way!’ a few times, but most of all she repeated ‘Oh my god’ in a very high nasal tone. Then my phone vibrated in my pocket and I stood up and hauled the cellphone out of my pocket.

‘Who is it?’

Amelia tried to look over to see who it was from and with a glance on the name on the screen I reluctantly let her read it.

‘It’s from him. Nialler. Awh how cute, you have a kissing picture that pops up when he calls or texts you!’

She gushed and I did my signature eye roll.

‘And you are telling me that your relationship isn’t anything serious, kissing pictures is a dead giveaway for relationships!’

She stated and grabbed another shot and downed it. She held up on towards me and I shrugged and grabbed it out of her hand and downed it as well.

‘Now that I gave you a strengthening shot, open it, what did he say?’

She nudged me and I took a deep breath and opened the text and read it aloud to here.

‘We need to talk. Miss you.’

‘Oh em gee, oh em gee.’

Amelia repeated and snatched the phone out of my grasp reading the text over and over.

‘He wants your ass back, dudette. But ignore him now; you have better things to think about. Like getting drunk with me, forgetting that he’s a douche for one night.’

Was her response and I shook my head laughing and she grabbed a hold of my hand dragging me towards the dance floor.

-

‘Seriously, we gotta introduce us to those boys over there, they are HAWT!’

Amelia yelled at me while holding one hand in the air, the other one was occupied with an umbrella drink and around her small waist a strong pair of arms of a random dude was placed.

‘Like you have a problem getting hot dudes!’

I yelled back, lifting an eyebrow and nudging towards the boy behind her. She just rolled her eyes and turned towards him and shooed him. A look of disappointment flashed in his eyes when he let go of her and stumbled off.

‘Always so mean to the boys.’

I sighed and grabbed her arm.

‘More shots!’

After what seemed to be many hours I was so drunk that I almost couldn’t stand up. I was waggling around everywhere with Amelia’s arm wrapped around my shoulders. We had been singing to random songs that the DJ played and having the time of our life.

‘Hello gorgeous.’

Someone said to Amelia, and that was her queue to leave as always. She let go of me, gave me a small wave and staggered away with the young fellow. I got over to the bar and asked the bartender for a drink, time to sober up a bit and not take any more shots.

‘Is this seat taken?’

A deep husky voice asked and gestured towards the seat next to me. I shook my head and he sat down next to me, ordering a drink.