The Beat To My Drum - A Niall Horan Fanfic.

Chapter 1.- They're These Boys..

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Alex's P.O.V.

Chapter 1.

Green grass, gray headstones. Lives that weren't lived to the fullest. All they thought it was going to be was a romantic night to the theatre to watch a film, go eat dinner on the beach, then come home to two sleeping angels.

Being the sore age of fiteen and coping with death didn't mix very well. Death causes people to act differently; sometimes they spend their time mourning and immersing themselves in everything that the person of annihilation was ever about. We, decided to ignore it completely. When my parents died everyone seemed to be wistful for about a week or so and then as the boxes of their stuff slowly piled up, the rooms stripped, the curtains drawn, the doors locked, everyone just dropped them like a stone. It was almost like doing all this was going to make it okay, like it was going to make it seem like it never happened. Everyone seemed to move on so quickly, that was everyone but me. But nobody paid very much attention to me anyway in my family, so maybe it didn't matter.

I remember the police arriving, their bright jackets were supposed to mean they were helpful people, supposed to mean they were there to do nothing but good. But I knew it was nothing but bad news they were going to come up with. I of course had recieved the line of "Why don't you go and play with those Barbies of yours?" And ended up locked away in my room the conversation action downstairs absent from me.

Dammit Alex..Stop, before the tears come. I had to get home anyways, and was pretty sure that I had felt raindrops on my pale white skin.

Getting into my Volvo, I thrust the key into the engine and put it into drive. It was a Saturday, and a bit eerie..Quite quiet if you ask me. Strange. Getting my mind off from that topic, I had wondered what Jessie had been doing at home. Lord knows.

"Jessie, I'm home!" I yelled through the bare walls. There was music playing, and a ton of what sounded like horsing around.

"Uh oh..Guys go out through the back door!" I heard him loudly whisper to whoever was there.

"You're not a very good whispe- What the hell Jessie?! Why have you been drinking?!"

Jessie is 18, I'm only 17, but you know boys. Immature. I seemed to be the adult in our relationship. Always being so protective and 'parent-like' but I feel as if it's my job. Nobody else is here to do it. Uncle Chris is quite strict, but not like he's ever home. Then there's Aunt Mary. So laid back, and carefree. This is where I come in.

"I..I didn't think you would care, I mean, the boys and I were just messing around and trying to get this song done. It's not big deal really. We weren't going to get hammered or anything." He said reluctantly.

"Jessie, you just don't understand do you?! Honestly, I'm here to help you, to help us! Mum and Dad aren't here anymore to do that and you aren't seeming to grow up yet!"

He always get either ticked off or seriously depressed when I mention Mum and Dad..I didn't really know what I was saying, it just kinda slipped out. I've worked on this before..I need to be more sensitive. Oh goodness. What have I done?

"Jessie I'm sorr-"

He cut me off. "No, I think you've done enough. I'll put the drinks away and we'll get our music done. Happy?"

I felt horrible..Hopefully he'll get over it.

What do you know? Those five mangy boys were standing right across the room just staring at us. Wow. How considerate of you. Whoever they were. Probably working with Jessie and his band on some new album. Not like I'd ever want to be famous.