Irresistible

Prologue

Prologue

 

 

 

  "What do you mean we're moving away?" I screeched.

  "Exactly that, Nialler. We're leaving Mullingar to move to Doncaster, England," my Ma explained patiently.

  "But I school's startin' in a week and it's my last year in high school, Ma!' I whine. "And what about Joshie, y'know, my boyfriend of three years?" I emphasise the last words.  It's true. I'm openly gay and I've been going out with my childhood best mate and boyfriend for more than three years now! I can't just up and go away! That's not fair!

  "Hun, life's not fair," Ma says, with a hint of exaperation in her tone. Oh, must have thought out loud again.

  "I'm freakin' eighteen now. I can stay here if I want to."

  "Too late; I've already registered you at Hall Cross,your new school there, and got the schedule. You're all signed up for Advanced Music and Theater Performace," she coos, trying to win me over. Yeah I love singing and playing my guitar but some nice classes ain't going to help me get over the fact that I'm leaving behind the love of my life.

  "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Niall. You're only eighteen; your life has just begun. I guarantee you, you'll be falling in and out of love a dozen times before you hit the age of twenty."

  "Josh is the love of my life!" I yell indignantly.  I can feel my cheeks heating up from anger and frustration.

  "If moving away is that big of a deal for you, your pa and I will make a compromise. Be a good sport about the move and we'll buy you that two-grand guitar you've always wanted when we go up to London. The one we were supposed to get you for your graduation?"

  My jaw drops and I'm proper gawping at her. "You play dangerous games," I mutter darkly.

  "Dealing with a teenager almost ten years ago taught me a lot," she replies smugly.

  "Fine. I'll go along. Why did Pa's company have to relocate him to England anyways?"

  "Because they're branching more out to global side of business and let's face it, M-gar isn't very global per se."

  I nod to show her I'm listening as my fingers strum the invisible chords to some song I'm currently working on. "You own me a new laptop, too. One with a decently working webcam."

  "Will do." She walks over to kiss the top of my bleached hair. "Love you, sweetie."

"Yeah, yeah, love ya too."

-

  "So you're actually going to leave me on the last school year we'll have together? Did you try to tell your mum that you could've stayed with me? I wouldn't have minded," Josh whines, cuddling deeped into my side.

  "I tried, Joshie, I really did," I answer, squeezing my arms around his warm body. We're lounging on his bed, where we've made some memories. Our first kiss, our first night, our first fight, so much has happened on this very bed. I sigh and let my fingers tangle in his light brown hair, which is similar in colour to my natural hair colour. I've been dyeing my hair blond since I was twelve and I've been thinking about going darker, like nearly back to brown?

  "Promise you'll call and Skype me everyday?"

  "Of course." I hold up my hand to interlock it with his. "I'll call you every morning before school and Skype you every night before going to bed."

 He sits up straight in my lap and looks at me with his gorgeous eyes. "And also promise me that you won't fall in love with some English fittie."

  I laugh heartily at that. "Nobody compares to you, babe. No fucking one can."

  I pull him up to a soft, lingering kiss.  We both melt into it, bodies pressing closer together. His hands entangle in my hair, tugging softly; my own are gliding down the material of his t-shirt. Slowly, he lowers me onto his bed and locks his legs on either side my hips. One of his hands trail down my side while the other continues to play with my hair.

Glad that he has plans to make me forget my pain, I lose myself in the cloud of pleasure that only Josh can give me.