The Horan Boy (Sequel to The Whitlock Girl)

I lit the end of the cigarette casually, as if I wasn't a sixteen year old doing illegal things. Stress-less satisfaction overcame my body as I took a long drag. My fingers shook less with each puff, and when I finally thought I could handle it, I pulled the old photograph from my back pocket.

She was so young, radiant, the soft yellow of the faded shirt making her ivory skin look creamy. Stray strands of hair surrounded her perfectly sculpted face. She was gorgeous, with a pretty smile and eyes hidden behind a pair of shades. Him. Just looking at his structured cheek bones, tousled blonder hair, and braced smile gave me proof to my suspicions.

It all started when my friend, Onya Hetherington pulled out an old CD her mother had in a box in her attic. We were both fifteen at the time, back when I first started smoking, and she had been telling me for weeks I looked just like one of the singers on the cover. ,I hadn't really thought nothing about it, but when she showed me, I knew she was right.

I remember I was laying in bed the night after she showed me, and I began to doubt my entire life. The next day I went out and bout every single album they ever released. It was silly, but I knew all the words to the songs they made but somehow I felt closer to him. His voice and the pictures were all I really had. I mean, it's not like I could just hop on a plane, fly across the world, show up at his doorstep and be like, "Aye, I'm Andrew William Nathaniel Carter, you fucked my mother like sixteen years ago, and I'm pretty sure I'm your son." He'd probably has heard that line before. Plus, Mom would freak if I just was suddenly gone. Although, I sometimes wonder if she would actually notice.

She has her Jewelry company to worry about, and Blake has the City of New York City to worry about. All I had were the few maids and butlers to worry about me. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my Mother, after all she is mom, but sometimes I feel as if I'm second to her stupidly crazy big company.

So, that's when I decided if I couldn't go to him, I was going to bring him here.  But, I still had to figure out how I was going to do that first.

I walked into the house, pushing my shaggy, brown hair away from my eyes and bounded up the staircase. I needed to pack a few things before heading from our country home back to the city for school. I went to this Fancy Boarding School Blake went to when he was my age. He told me if it wasn't for the right friends he had, he would have never met my mother. I think he hopes I find some big, rich broad through the school too. No offense to my mother, but I want to marry for love, not money.

A few of the maids in the hallway looked up, giving a smile as I passed them. I smiled back, gingerly.  When I finally stood in front of the door to the room I only stayed in on weekends, I hurried inside.

Posters covered the walls, from classic bands like Fall Out Boy to the band of today, like Heather's Revenge. I didn't really have a wide range of music, so it really surprised me when I enjoyed listening to the songs of One Direction. I understood why the girls of my mother's day were crazy about them. They sang about what every girl then, and now, wanted to hear.

I noted the suitcase laying, closed, on the edge of my bed. I pushed it to the floor and flopped onto the freshly made bed, and closed my eyes.

"Andrew?" A woman's voice interrupted me from my sleep, and I groggily opened my eyes. At first my vision was a blur, and all i could see was a blurry smile belonging to a sweet face.

When my vision came too, I saw my mom's smiling face looking down at me. I reached down, fingering the picture still in my pocket. Even at thirty-five, she was still gorgeous, just like in the picture. Although, time had taken it's toll on her, she had a few wrinkles under her eyes, and a few grey hairs springing out of her brunette hair. 

"Are you ready to head back to the city?" Her voice sweet, I nodded. I was about to get up when I noticed a concerned look on her face, and as she sat down on the edge of my bed, I caught a whiff of her Lavender perfume. 

"Look, I'm not saying you did this, but I was in my closet today, looking for something, and I noticed a few things missing," Crap, she knew I took the picture," and I was wondering if you happened to get into anything in there." Her eyebrows were furrowed, and I tried my best to remain calm. My hand withdrew from my pocket and I leaned up on my elbows.

"No mom, I didn't get into your stuff. Maybe you just misplaced whatever it is you lost?" I lied through my teeth, a fake confused look etched across my face. 

"Maybe you're right. Oh well," She sighed, standing from my bed, holding her head out to me, "let's go."

I took her hand, hoping she bough my lie.

So! Sequel! Pretty cool, huh? Hope you enjoy the first installment of The Horan Boy, and look forward to the story that is on it's way!(: