Pretty Venom |N.H|

59

Niall Horan

August 3.

I'm always seeking a rush of adrenaline, but that's kind of obvious.

When you grow up in the middle of nowhere, all you ever want to do is something crazy.

It's no wonder I had gotten tied up in the wrong shit. There was fucking nothing else to do in my town.

The rush I feel around Jasey is that kind of adrenaline, a more positive and healthy feeling though. It won't hurt anyone either, at least I hope not.

Maybe it's amplified a bit since everything is a secret from everyone else -- well, everyone but Liam now. Or maybe it's just the way that she makes me feel that gives me that racing feeling in my chest, where I feel absolutely invincible.

It's a really great feeling. It makes me wonder if this is common, or if it was made just for me, teaching me to appreciate her for everything she is.

I'm invincible.

The sound of someone knocking at my door at six in the morning isn't making me feel invincible, though. In fact, I feel really weak right now, completely blown over with exhaustion after a long night of work.

Who the fuck could possibly need me at this hour?

I drag myself out of the bed when they knock again only moments later, groaning loudly at the sound, and yelling out an annoyed, "Okay! I'm fuckin' up! Christ."

I pick up a pair of athletic shorts to pull over my legs as I walk over to the entryway, considering all I was sleeping in was my boxers. I don't bother throwing a shirt on, and I'm too tired right now to even take the few extra steps to my suitcase that has completely exploded on my floor, clothing pouring out of it after I went on a search for a particular shirt last night that had been packed at the bottom of my bag.

When the door opens, I'm met with Jasey on the other side wearing a smile and a light hoodie. I glance down to the towel in her hands.

What, does she need to use my shower or something?

This early though? Go back to sleep, J.

"I'm sorry," she says, shaking her head and running a hand through her hair, her smile fading when she notices that I had in fact been woken up by her knocking.

I'm not really understanding why me being asleep is coming as a surprise to her considering it's six in the morning.

I don't necessarily mind that it was her, in fact, if it was anyone waking me up, I'll make an exception for her, but that doesn't mean I'm not a bit annoyed that I had been woken up much earlier than I had intended to.

My eyebrows furrow, not understanding what could be wrong this early in the morning. If something is wrong, I definitely do not have the strength to deal with it right now.

"Why are you already apologizing?" I ask, now running a hand through my hair, trying to style it somehow so the strands aren't all out of place. "You haven't even said hello yet."

"Hello," she says, then continues with her apologizing. "I'm saying sorry because I know you hate mornings--"

"Which is why I'm wonderin' what you're doing here," I interrupt with a light laugh, not wanting her to think I'm bothered by her presence, and she nods. "J, you know I would be happy to see you at any other time of the day, but I was up late writing, and the sun isn't even up yet. Come on, let's go back to sleep."

I pull her into my room and let the door close behind her. She walks over to the front of my bed, standing there while rocking on her feet a bit. I follow her there, beginning to adjust the covers that I had aggressively thrown off due to the unexpected visitor at my door that had woken me up.