No strings attached

Chapter 5: Headlines for tomorrow's paper

I feel nothing.

The wind brushing past my skin, irritated my cheeks but I still felt numb.

My chest didn't tightened, my breathing went on normally nor my face gave anything away. I felt okay, finally. Yet, I dissaprove of this feeling. Feeling nothing, like I'm not going through some strong PMS-ing. Like, everything's just a piece of fucking cake.

I just sat here and drove, looking beyond yet focusing on the skies above. I pressed on the gas each time I saw  the yellow light turn red. Chancing my luck.

Pain, that fresh, sharp sting in your chest spreading all over, tearing up involuntarily. I wanted that. Somehow, it makees me realize that, I was in for something real. The pain woke me up to reality. And I like reality, not fairytales telling you that it'll always be a happy ending. I didn't want to be the 'princess' who gets the charming, handsome prince. I wanted to be ... I don't know. I just don't want feeling nothing. Nothing sucks.

Itchy my costume were, and how skimpy it was, I still felt loose and lost. Like a big weight lifted off of my shoulders, hating it. I sound like a psychopath but, that's just me.

Minutes of drving felt like hours.

Finally, I saw a clear road ahead, with the shore just beside it. I pulled over and literally ran out of my car. I was stopped by the big ass boarder, separating me and the ocean.

I placed my hands on top of it, gripping a little.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" My throat dired up quickly.

My chest tightened, and the pain started to come. I smiled then frowned, confused with the emotions I was giving and recieving.

It felt like I wanted to purge and being suffocated all at the same time. I clinged on top my chest, making a fist, hitting it a little. Not knowing that I was crying. I was hitting my 'heart' how stupid I was letting my body get controlled by a useless organ that'll eventually lead me to harm.

"AGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed out again, trying and hoping that the possibility of the pain leaving increase. I tried again,

"AHHHHHHHH -- *gasp*

Someone caught me, embraced me.

My head stuck on the crook of it's neck and shoulder. Breathing in it's smell, Niall.

I let out a small whimper, I was happy that he was here, I backed him off earlier but he followed me, he actually cared about me. Someone actually did.

I felt his arms crept against my waist, rubbing my back and I let out a small sigh. I raised my arms and hugged him from his neck. Pulling him closer, he chuckled. God, his chuckle.

I cried again, clinging onto his shirt.

"Nonononononono, d-don't cry. Stace, please." Niall sounded so afraid.

"I -- I," I can't continue, I was aching and longing for something ... someone.

No, I have Niall, This is what I want, I'm okay again.

"Stop, Stace." He whispered in my neck, rubbing my back again.

The feeling was intoxicating, like a drug being rubbed against you and I whimpered. My knees weaken and I think he got the idea.

"Let's go ho --"

"No!" I shocked him. "Don't! Home means drama and I can't take any more."

"My place?" He asked.

I nodded in his neck and smelled him for the last time.

He caught me off guard as he knelt a little down and placed his hands behind my legs, lifting me up a little, I held tight to his neck. He's strong.