Niall is talking him through breathing, and he's doing his best to focus on doing exactly that. Breathing. In through his nose, out through his mouth. He's right there, blocking out everything else, or maybe August is just focusing only on him. The slow, steady breathing helps, so does the cold air. The nausea is still there, but it's more manageable. He doesn't feel like he's about to throw up anymore.
He closes his eyes, and everything starts to spin. He swears he's standing still, but it doesn't feel like it. He feels something press against his cheek, and he opens up his eyes again. There's a water bottle with the cap off pressed against him. Niall is promising it's safe, he doesn't need to. August would drink anything he offered. He accepts the bottle and takes a couple of sips before he's had enough. There's a fine line between stopping and causing nausea when it comes to drinking water. He's gone over it before, he's not going through that again.
Niall is being too nice to him, has been since the moment they first met. He's given him a ride and a job, and he's not stopped there. Every chance he gets, he keeps choosing to be good and kind. Even now, when August has fucked it up by getting white girl wasted, he's still being nice. He doesn't get it. They were supposed to have a good time, and he ruined it, and he's still being comforted and taken care of, like he's some kid who's never drank before.
He shakes his head. It's wrong. Niall is wrong. He should know better than to think August deserves any of this. He should tell him, but he can't break it to Niall, can't explain how messed up he and his family are, can't explain all the unforgivable shit they've pulled over the past century.
He doesn't know what Niall means by the sheets and the wind, but he thinks he's trying to be nice again. He'd be frustrated if he weren't so tired, so he focuses on what Niall is trying to get him to do. Yes, he knows he can get to the car. It would help if the world stopped spinning or if he could feel his face, but he can walk. August nods, eyes still cast downwards, and then, in case Niall can't see it, he adds, voice slurring, "Yeah, I can make it."
He pushes off the wall and starts walking slowly. It's harder than it normally is, but he's doing it, so who cares? He reaches out and grabs a hold of his companion's arm. He can do it on his own, it's just easier with the support, at least that's what he tells himself. "'re you gonna wine and dine me?" It's a joke, he knows all about Niall's partners, he just can't think of their names right now.
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