Lifesaver

Chapter 12

Fiona's POV

**2 days later**

"Okay! Okay!" my eyes watered from laughing so hard.

Niall and I were playing twenty questions, for the heck of it, and he asked me if I had ever been drunk.

And, I had said no, because I am just a loser who has no life. (A/N, I'm like in directing myself here oops)

He had laughed and called me a wimp, jokingly of course.

My stomach hurt from the constant laughing.

"How have you NEVER been drunk before? Ever?!" he asked me.

I shrugged.

"Don't know. Well, have you?"

STUPID QUESTION FIONA.

"Of course! I'm nineteen for god sakes and you're eighteen! The legal drinking age! Live a little! Drink a little!" Niall yelled.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm almost legal here. But I'm not at home in America." I laughed. "Have you ever had a drink? Like ever?"

I shook my head. "I am a totally alcoholic free person. Or, I will be until I'm twenty-one."

"Twenty-one?! Ew." Niall muttered.

We fell silent as we made our way through the crowed streets of London.

Niall moved a bit closer than 'friends' would be. He swung his arm out towards me and tried to grasp my hand.

I sighed deeply and pushed his hand away.

"Niall, we can't. We're in public." My voice was just below a whisper like volume.

"Every time," He rolled his eyes at me. I scoffed. "I'm done playing th-this secret game."

"Yeah? Well, how do you think I feel?! Huh? Watching your boyfriend go pretend to be head over heals for another girl who doesn't even love him. Do you how that makes me feel, Niall?"

Yes, I know that this may sound like I'm overreacting but, trust me. I don't think I am at least.

I've been nervously awaiting for the time for this fight to happen.

And now, just when we were having a great day, it happens.

"Yes I do! It pains me to call you my friend and not be able to hold your hand out in public! I cannot do this stupid game anymore!" he raised his voice something he hardly ever does.

"Save it, okay. You agreed to this 'game'. So don't even act like its MY fault. If anyone's, it's yours." I raised my voice back.

A few people turned to look at the wonderful-street-fighting couple who looked absolutely insane.

"MY FAULT?! MINE? Maybe if you hadn't gone off to stupid old Italy, we wouldn't have this problem now would we?"

"Do you even remember why I went to Italy, Niall? Because of you!"

"Because of Joanna, Danielle, AND me! But them too."

"Save your excuses Ni. You know that this is your mess. Not mine. I'm not in a world famous boyband with a FAKE GIRLFRIEND." I yelled.

His face dropped.

"SHH."

I fake pouted. "Uh oh Niall, I didn't mean to let your precious little secret out." I spat the last part like I wanted to get the taste of those words out of my mouth.