"I am going to make a suggestion." That I will most likely end up regretting, I add in my head as we walk to Seth's car. He should just give it to me because, I swear, I use it more than he does. "How about, you drive this time?"

"Me?" Angel says, her tone flat and her eyes a little wide as she lets go of my hand, and slows down. In shock, I'd guess. "You want... me to drive?"

God, she's so cute when she looks excited and terrified in the same time. "Sure, I'm gonna be right beside you to make sure you don't crash the car," I tell her with a bright smile. "If you want to, that is."

"Um..." She cracks a grin  taking the car keys that were hanging on my index finger. "Okay. Wow, this night just keeps getting better."

I chuckle with her, following her to the car. She's right, the night has been going great so far; the gig we were at was surprisingly good, those guys really know what they're doing. The only downside to it was that there were no snacks, but at least the beer was good. And no one asked for anyone's age. I might consider asking Leanne to get me tickets for their next gig too.

"So," I start as I enter the passenger's side, grinning at Angel's nervous face. "How did you like the gig?"

"Oh, they were good," She says, her tone a pitch higher as she pushes the key in the ignition, and jumps when she hears the engine start. "Really good. I'd buy their CD if they had one."

I laugh lightly again, placing my hand on the steering wheel to help her drive us out of the parking lot. She told me that she knows how to control a car; she's just never tried it before, so that's why I'm not that worried. "Yeah, me too. The drummer's got mad skills."

"Mhm," She hums, her eyes darting from the road ahead of us to the speed meter, making sure she hasn't crossed the limit. It might be cruel, but I really think she looks adorable when she's under so much pressure. And I don't think there was a time when I would have used the word 'adorable' to describe her, before this.

"What song did you like the most?" I ask, trying to distract her a little bit. Enough so she's not so nervous anymore, but not enough to have her crash into a tree or something.

"I liked Never Be," She says quickly, her voice still a pitch higher than usual, and I can't help laughing this time. "And Wherever You Are. Rejects was also really good, I could relate to it. Everything I Didn't Say as well."

"That's good," I nod, noticing that she's less tense now. Success. "I liked-"

"Wait, let me guess," Angel interrupts me and when I turn my head to her, she's got that dumb cheeky smile on her face. So much for being nervous. "You liked Lost Boy. And 18."

"Why would you think-"

"Oh, please," She chuckles, leaning back in her seat, completely relaxed now. "Those two are basically songs about your life."

"Hey!" I frown, amused by that statement as she laughs at my reaction. "They're not. I'm over 18, for one."

"She's just, a little bit older," She quietly sings, and it takes me a second to realize it's a line from 18. "But, I want to get to know her. But she said, it's already over." Then she goes into a small drumming session, gripping the wheel not three seconds after she'd let go of it. Even though I'm laughing while looking at her, I have to admit, that line really speaks to me.

"Wow," I say through a laugh, "I swear we were at the same gig, but I don't remember any of the lyrics."

"Well, how could I not?" She shrugs, not looking away from the road once. "I used to listen to them like twice a week."

I furrow my eyebrows at that, "What?"

"Yeah, if you'd told me you were taking me to 5 Seconds Of Summer, I could have gotten us in without the tickets."

Despite my obvious confusion, I can't help but chuckle. "I hope you know that I'm waiting for an explanation."

"Oh, it's simple," She tells me immediately, her tone casual. "Ashton, the drummer that you think has mad skills? He's Natasha's younger brother. And they live together in a house, so he uses their garage for band rehearsals. And whenever I was at her place, I could hear them playing in the garage."

I nod slowly, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. And all of a sudden, taking her to this gig feels like a complete mistake. "I feel so useless right now."

"What?" Angel almost shouts, glancing at me for a split second. "No, I had a great time, honestly! Especially since I knew most of the lyrics. Going to Natasha's place turned out to be a good thing."

I press my lips in a thin line, leaning against my seat too. I do believe that she had a good time, but finding out about all of that is a little discouraging. "Do you go to her place often?"

"Well, I used to," She tells me, "Almost every day. And Ashton would have the guys over most of the time, even when they weren't practicing, you could always hear the sound of FIFA from the living room. It was either the sound of that blasted video game, or the sound of their blasted guitars."

I frown a little bit, nodding at the information. "Do you know the other guys?"

"Sure I do," She says, her tone a little less than excited as she speaks. "Typical teenagers, who just happened to know how to play musical instruments. They're all in school too, that's how they became the university's band, I guess. Ashton is a sophomore, and the other three are freshmen. Luke started school a year early, so he's the youngest. You know, the one with the lip piercing that thinks makes him look badass, but really doesn't. Him and Calum are eighteen, Ash is twenty and Michael, the galaxy-haired one, he turned nineteen a week ago, I think. He's in a fraternity, like yourself."

The amount of things she knows about these guys is almost making me laugh. "Are you gonna tell me their social security numbers too?"

I laugh again as she rolls her eyes, shaking her head. "I literally just told you everything I know about them."

I nod again, biting my lip as I contemplate whether or not to ask the question that just might piss her off. "Did you hook up with any of them?"

"Niall," She starts, her tone making me laugh all over again. "They're three to five years younger than me, what do you think?"

"I don't know," I tease, the look on her face priceless to me. "I'm four years younger than you- four and a half years, and you don't have a problem with hooking up with me."

She shakes her head again – probably at how bluntly I'd said that, and I bite my lip again as she pulls both of her between her teeth. "You're very funny. You might be too funny for your own safety."

"Alright, alright," I say with a chuckle, before I actually pissed her off. For a minute or so we sit in silence, and I'm actually surprised that she's driving at a normal speed; the first time I tried driving a car, it resembled a toddler making its first steps. "Do you still go to their place a lot? Natasha's, I mean," I ask, purely so I'd end the silence.

"No, not really," Angel mumbles, sighing. "Maybe once a week. And it's your fault, you know," She says, trying to sound upset while I'm sitting here, starting to grin like an idiot at her words. "When I met you, my Natasha time turned into Niall time, and I probably didn't notice because both of your names start with 'N'."

I throw my head back in laughter, hearing her laugh with me too. "That's a really good excuse you've got there, without a doubt," I say, still laughing as I look out the windshield.

"Give me a break, it's the only one I've got."

I breathe out another laugh; this car ride just might be better than the actual gig. "And how does your best friend feel about being replaced by an adolescent Irish whippersnapper?"

Angel furrows her brows at my description of myself, the way her eyes are widened making me laugh all over again. "Well, first of all," She begins, sounding a little lost. "She wouldn't call you a whippersnapper. If anyone's a whippersnapper, Seth is a whippersnapper."

"Thanks, I'll make sure to tell him that."

"Second," She continues, as if she didn't hear me, "She's actually really happy about it. She's only met you once and she practically worships the ground you walk on. She even agreed to switch shifts with me and work second shift, so I could make it to the gig."

I blink a couple of times, "Seriously?" I ask, sounding as lost as she did a minute ago.

"Yeah, she likes that I have someone, and I quote, normal in my life. I keep trying to tell her that you're not all that normal, but she just doesn't listen."

I nod, ignoring her harmless insult and concentrating on the important part of what she'd just told me. "Well, you tell Natasha I said hi. And I'll make sure to pay you guys a visit in the diner."

Angel sighs, shaking her head lightly. "This is why I shouldn't be driving the car," She says, frustrated, surprising me a little. "It makes me nervous. And I talk a lot when I'm nervous."

For a moment I want to fight her on that one, but I slowly start smiling when I remember certain situations; the first time we kissed in her doorway. Then when she invited me to her place when she thought I'd 'walked away', and now, when she's driving a car. I think I've discovered just how to make her spit everything out, but I don't plan on doing that just yet.

"I don't mind," I say with a smile, breaking another small silence. "I like the sound of your voice."

"That makes one of us," She comments quietly, completely ignoring my 'compliment'. Reminder: don't compliment her again. "Do you even realize how annoying your voice is?" She continues rambling.

"What?" I snap, not as insulted as I'd like to be.

"Especially when you're talking loudly," She 'explains', "I mean, it's enough that I don't understand what you're saying like 40% of the time, but when you start shouting or talking while you're laughing, all I hear is-" She stops talking, and instead starts a series of 'arrr's, sounding like a freaking pirate.

"Well I'm sorry!" I interrupt her rant, purposefully loud. "I didn't realize I sound like Jack Sparrow!"

I thought she would start arguing with me; but instead, Angel bursts into this laughing fit that just catches me off guard. "Okay, oh God. How do I put this?" She asks herself, while I sit next to her, pretending to be angry at her. "Alright. I don't- I don't like your voice, but I like hearing it."

"Yeah, that makes perfect sense," I mutter, my eyebrows slightly raised as I keep looking at whatever that's outside.

"No, you don't understand," She chuckles, hesitantly letting go of the steering wheel and placing her hand on my leg. "I don't like the sound of it, but I like hearing it because it's yours and you're you, and-and... I l-like you."

I press my lips in a tight line, so that my smile wouldn't be as big as it normally would be. I don't understand why I ignore all the 'bad' things that she tells me sometimes – even if they're harmless – and just concentrate on the good ones. "Thank you," I say monotonically, resting my left hand on her right one that's on my leg, and giving it a light squeeze. "You bitch."

Angel sighs, pulling her hand away from me, her annoyance making me chuckle. "Fine. You're no less of an animal than me, parrot," She comments, a wide, satisfied smile on her dumb face and I just want to wipe it off.

"You know what, you-" I start, but stop once I hear a dreadfully familiar sound behind us. I frown and look over my shoulder, praying to God that the sound isn't meant for us, but of course my prayers don't get answered.

"Oh, fuck me," Angel mumbles, slowing the car down with a defeated expression. If anything, the smile is wiped off her face now; and I'm going to have to thank the policeman when he approaches us.

Sure enough, a forty-something man walks over to the car as she rolls the window down, and asks for her ID and license. Well brilliant. "Um, I forgot to bring my license with me, but here's my ID," Angel says hastily, rummaging through her purse – yes, she actually does own a purse – and hands the small card to the man. I sit back in my seat, sighing; I knew that I'd regret letting her drive, I knew it, I just didn't think this would be the reason. Whatever the reason that the police actually pulled us over is.

A minute or so later, I hear her sigh too, and look over to see her searching for something in her purse again. "What's up?" I mutter, frowning a little when I see her pulling out money.

"Two hundred dollars," She sighs slowly, "For speeding and not having my license on me."

I frown harder; I didn't know that people get charged for not having their license with them. But I don't think two hundred bucks should be a problem to her. "Do you need me to..." I trail off and nod to myself, as the cop nods our way and she gives him an apologetic smile, turning to the steering wheel again.

"Perks of having people throw money on you," Angel mutters with a sigh, starting the car again. It's good to know that she's in a light mood, even when she just lost a significant amount of money because of something stupid.

"Do you want me to drive?" I ask carefully, surprised when she shakes her head quickly.

"No, I need to learn how to do this properly," She says, sounding fairly determined. "But you could put my ID in my bag, I'm not letting go of the wheel again."

I chuckle and reach for the card that's in her lap, carefully because I wouldn't want to distract her or anything, would I? "Alright," I say quietly, reaching for her bag as well, and glancing at the small object in my hand before dropping it inside. But something on it makes me furrow my eyebrows and pull it out again.

I take a better look at it, this time raising my eyebrows in complete confusion, leaning back against my seat slowly. "Is this... is this a fake ID or something?"

"What?" She mutters in response, her eyes glued to the road, a low chuckle following afterwards. "No, 'course not. I'm still not in the position to need a fake ID."

"Okay," I respond slowly, taking another look at it so that I'm sure that I'm not hallucinating or anything. "Then tell me, what the hell is this?"

"What?" She says again, glancing at me as I keep watching her; I notice her eyes widen and her face go a little pale when I point to the card, but she's quick to cover it up.

"Were you going through my stuff?" She asks, trying to sound angry, but I can tell that she's terrified.

"I wasn't-"

"Don't go through my stuff, Niall, I didn't ask you to-"

"I wasn't going through your stuff!" I cut her off loudly, at this point not even caring whether my voice sounds annoying or not. "You told me to put your ID in your bag and I happened to look at it." I lift the little object in the air, "Is this your ID?" I ask, even though that's more than obviously her on the picture.

She sighs heavily, falling back against the seat, her eyes still glued to the road. "Oh, boy," She mutters, "You're gonna hate me so much for this."

"Just..." I begin again, swallowing hard. "Tell me."

She gulps too and closes her eyes for a second, and I notice they're glassy when she opens them. Oh no, my heart is beating so fast right now, I might just push her out of the car if she tries playing the crying card on me. "Yeah, um... that's..."

She pushes her hair out of her face, her eyes shinier by the second. I know she's not dragging the situation out because she doesn't want me to know; it's because I've already realized and she's embarrassed to admit it.

"Come on," I urge her on, controlling my voice as much as I can as I keep looking at her. "Spit it out. Tell me it's what I think it is."

"It's..." She starts, closing her eyes one more time before sniffling, trying to compose herself. "It's what you think it is."

I feel my body fall against my seat, sideways, since I'm too busy staring at the side of her head. While she refuses to face me. "So... this is your real name?"

I notice her gulp – she knows I'm not as calm as I sound. I'm actually boiling on the inside, but I refuse to crack yet because I might do something that I shouldn't. "Yes. And I'm sor-"

Before I can hear the rest of her pointless apology, I throw her ID on the dashboard and run one hand through my hair. I don't know what to think, or what to say; I can just sit and stare out the window, hoping that I wouldn't punch the glass, my mind resembling a scribble.

"Niall? Please, just say-"

"Angel," I cut her off, fisting the fabric of my jeans. So much for liking the sound of her voice. "Angel is your stripper name, isn't it?"

"If you could just hear m-"

"Please," I close my eyes, my voice borderline desperate. "Give me a little respect and answer the question."

My breathing becomes a little heavier when she keeps quiet. I notice her look at me in the rear view mirror, so she sighs. "Yes... it is."

I nod several times, pressing my lips together again. "And where'd you get Healy from?"

After another short silence, she speaks up. "Matt Healy." But her answer doesn't really make sense to me.

"Who's Matt Healy?" I frown, throwing away the little dignity I had left by looking at her again.

"The... the lead singer in The 1975."

It takes me a second to remember that's a band, her favorite band. "Are you related to him or something?" Of course she's not related to him, you naïve dipstick.

"No, just... when you asked about my last name, the first thing I thought of was my favorite band, and... and I'm sorry."

"Don't say that you're sorry," I say immediately, closing my eyes as a bitter laugh leaves my mouth. I knew there'd be something to ruin the unrealistically perfect 'date'; I just didn't think it'd be something like this.

"Why did you lie to me?" I ask, my voice a little shaky as I end the most awkward silence I've ever been a part of.

"You, I... ugh. I had just met you, and-and..." I hate how she's stuttering; there's not turning back now, she might as well just tell me everything. "I didn't think our relationship would turn out the way it turned out, so... I-I just... I didn't- I didn't tell you my name."

I nod, trying to understand where she's coming from but failing miserably. "And when you realized that our relationship was turning out the way it turned out to be, why didn't you tell me then?"

"I don't... know, I think there was still a part of me that believed that you would... you know, walk away at some point."

Well that explanation – more like an excuse – makes me snap. "This entire time," I begin, gripping the edge of my seat to keep my anger in; at least while she's near me. "I have been trying to make you see that I'm not fucking with you, that I wouldn't just leave without a reason!"

"Yeah, well, how was I supposed to be sure of that? You're a guy, Niall, you're nineteen years old and nineteen year olds don't just settle for one girl, for a long period of time. And-and that happened to be what I want, I don't-"

"Did it ever occur to you that that might be what I want too?" I ask, my voice louder with each word. "And that, for some bloody reason that not even I know anymore, I want it with you?"

"Well what if you changed your mind after some time?" She raises her voice as well. "That's a possibility, that's always gonna be a huge possi-"

"It's not a reason to lie about your fucking name!" I yell, turning my head to her; she closes her eyes at my tone, seeming to be breathing heavily. Good.

"Fucking Christ, if everybody thought like you, no one would know anyone's real name. The whole world would be just one massive lie."

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think it would turn out like this." I can't believe she thinks she's going to make up for it just by saying 'I'm sorry'. "I was just trying to look out for myself, if you knew anything about the kind of life that I have-"

"Yeah, and whose fault is it that I know nothing about the kind of life that you have?" I snap at her again, and fortunately for her, this time she keeps quiet. "You weren't looking out for yourself, you were trying to fuck up whatever the hell we are. So congratulations, you fucked up."

"Niall," She sighs as she stops the car, and I've never been more happy to see my building from the window on her side. "Could you just-"

"Give yourself a ride home," I cut her off, as I exit the vehicle, "I'm gonna take a taxi to your place tomorrow and get the car. Leave the key under your doormat."

"Wha- Niall!" She calls loudly as I slam the door shut, and I can practically hear her rolling the window on her side down. "Niall, please. Please."

I hate how she's starting to cry; is that supposed to make me feel guilty for not wanting to hear her out? I sure hope not, because this time, there is not a thing in the world that would make me regret telling her what I'm about to tell her.

I grit my teeth as I approach the driver's side, where she's sitting with red eyes and a terrified expression. "I don't ever want to see your face again," I say sternly, shaking my head, and that's when she claps her hand over her mouth. I look away at the backseat, afraid I might do something stupid when her face is so close to my hands. "Do you understand me?"

I wait for a few seconds, knowing that I'm not going to get an answer from her anyway. I stand up straight and quickly begin walking away from her and the car, and I speed up once I hear her sobbing. I can't help but think, what was she expecting? That I was never going to find out? That I wouldn't react such a way when I found out?

Well, whatever it is that she thought, doesn't matter anymore. I'm not angry that she lied to me about her name, I'm not upset, I'm just not feeling anything. Not a damn thing. I'm numb, completely numb, and that can only mean one thing; I don't care anymore. I might punch a few holes through my walls when I enter my apartment, but it's definitely settled.

I'm done this time. For sure.

- the end -

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NO WAIT I'M KIDDING, THIS IS NOT THE END. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT THE END, IT'S JUST THAT I WAS TRYING TO BE FUNNY OK I'M SORRY

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