December 31, 2012 - Niall Horan POV
"Happy New Year, Ravi!" I say with a smile to my driver as I climb into the black sedan. He looks over his shoulder and smiles before we pull off of the curb.
"Not the new year yet, sir." he answers smugly, I let out a low chuckle. "So where to?" he continues.
"Erm... here" I hand Ravi the appointment card Pruit gave me the day before over the seat and he studies it carefully.
"Are you sure you want to go to this doctor, Niall?" he asks, still looking at the card. I nod and mention that Pruit himself set up the appointment and Ravi frowns but seems content.
"To Bocty Plaza it is then."
I settle in for the car ride, I know Bocty is a good drive from the apartment where Ravi picked me up. This entire set up is very confusing to me. Pruit seemed so excited to refer me to this doctor, Dr. Potter I believe. I don't even know what kind of doctor this guy is. Is he a medical doctor? A psychiatrist? A Freudian Therapist?
And why in the world was he so excited about other celebrities doing drugs? I am not really the innocent little Nialler the fans think, I know what goes on in my industry. I know that the boys and I are a rare specimen of clean music. Well, even we are far from clean. Before all of this started, I was a normal 16 year old kid. I went to parties. I drank. I regretfully admit to doing Hooka and weed a couple times. Well I still drink, and occasionally bum a cigarette from Zayn. We aren't that clean, but we aren't known for it like others in the industry.
Oh yeah and our image? All of the other boys have tattoos right? Well, they all went together one night, the night Louis and Liam got their first tattoos. I wasn't invited. "Band's Night Out" doesn't include me anymore.
I have decided to stop being sad about their lack of interest in me and just be pissed off at them instead. I am pretty sure they are consciously ignoring me, it isn't just accidental. So.... fuck them.
When I said I had 'settled in' for the car ride, I meant I put on a hat and sunglasses so that the car doesn't get mobbed if someone sees inside the tinted glass... Liam's advice. Well, now that I have thought about the boys, I am in a bad mood and I don't really give a fuck if my hair gets seen. I yank off my cap and sunglasses and chuck them to the side.
Ravi sees my violent disposal and looks at me questioningly.
"I'm just not in the mood today. Sorry, Ravi" he nods and turns his attention to the road. I take to looking out the window as we drive, there are lots of people on the streets today. The bustling crowds make me uneasy just watching them. I have never been comfortable in large crowds, the pressure scares me to death, I usually cry or faint. I am such a weird guy.
I continue to study the passersby. Most of them seem to have a specific purpose in their eye, moving deliberately through the others around them. Others are more leisurely, strolling slowly and window shopping. Lots of teens are around, we are near a large outdoor mall.
"Do you think I could crack a window, Ravi?" I ask, this car is getting really warm. Or maybe thats me, seeing the abundance of people is making me a bit hot under the collar.
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