Kaya and Niall hate each other. He's her annoying next door neighbor who's made her life miserable ever since she was born. Kaya thinks Niall does it out of enjoyment. Or is it something else?
"Sometimes it's love, sometimes it's...
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No one bothers us while we walk down the line of the shore, watching the waves as they splash closely over the sand. We're both careful so the water won't ever reach us. But with Niall—who's so drunk he can't walk straight—keeps jumping when the water would almost touch his feet. And I'd laugh.
We had walked so far down that the lights got smaller and the music had faded off.
The only things we can hear are the faint shouts from the party and the calm waves of the ocean.
I have my hands buried in my hoodie pocket—like Niall—and I shiver when I check my phone for the time: 9:37. It isn't even that late yet, but it feels like midnight for some reason.
It's also dark where we are; there are no lights around to brighten the way. Somehow, we can still see well enough to know where to go. It's the moon's natural lighting.
"I think I'm drunk." Niall proclaims when he finishes telling a story about something I couldn't understand. It was all mixed and confusing, plus his words were all groggy.
"Are you really?" I ask sarcastically. He catches it and points at me.
"You, princess, need to drink more."
"And why is that?"
He licks his lips before he goes on. "Because I've never seen you drunk and I bet you'd be cute." He pauses. "Are you a horny drunk?"
His question almost makes me choke on air. And also, I realize that this is the second time he's called me cute. Niall Horan, the guy who tells me I look like a hideous under sea monster is definitely drunk. With his choice of words, there is no doubt about it.
"Why the hell do you need to know if I'm a horny drunk?!" I exclaim, bewildered.
He throws his head back to laugh. "I was kidding, my God!" He says. "You're always taking me so seriously!" I see the opportunity and I take it, so I shove him and he nearly stumbles over.
"Nah, you're probably a mad drunk. You know, like the ones who yell out loud and slap the nearest person just because." He says. "Never mind. Don't be near me when you get drunk. You'd probably kill me."
"Don't get your hopes up, Horan. I can't even drink more than one can of beer." I explain, and he looks at me weirdly.
"What is wrong with you?" He asks. "How can you stop at one? How can you hate beer?" He sounds more hurt than the beer itself.
"It tastes like something is burning your throat!"
"That's the good of it, princess! Beer makes you forget, that's why people drink it. Forget the worries and the pain, and whatever else, so you can let everything go. Don't have you have to let go of the world once in a while? Don't you ever just wanna forget everything? Even if it's only for a night?"
I think for a minute. "Why forget?" I ask. He looks at me with a confused expression. "Why do you wanna forget?"
"Because it feels good. It hurts remembering." He murmurs. His voice hints more meaning to his words. I know it isn't the time, but I relieve the bleak mood by laughing.
