Abhor

Chapter One

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it's over a thousand words long
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Niall Horan

I'm so nervous to introduce my sister to the boys, she's usually a very extroverted, outgoing person, they won't have much control over what she says or does. Not that they're controlling by any means, but the things she says are a bit......I don't know to describe it.

"Come on then are we leaving or not?" she approaches me with a rather aggressive hit to my arm. I know she's only joking when she does it but damn it hurts like a bitch.

"How many times have I told you not to hit me!" I say slightly aggravated at the fact I have to take her to meet the band.

"Awh, is someone upset because they have to drag their little sister to band practise?" She says it in a mocking tone that makes the band so lame, it sure as hell isn't.

"Listen Elliot, I don't care what you do when we get there, just tone yourself down a bit. I love you seriously I do, but I don't know how the boys will react to such an extroverted, outgoing person like you." I speak in a frustrated tone trying to get my point across. She knows I mean business when I use her full name, she hates it.

"Eugh fine whatever," she scoffs at me like I just told her to lick a toilet bowl, "I may as well just sit there in silence."

"Finally we agree on something," I glance over at her and she pulls a fake smile and turns back to her bags packed on the floor.

I don't see the point of her taking all this stuff for ten months of travelling, like one suitcase does me fine. She has five suitcases and two handbags full of stuff she probably will never use. Girls confuse me so much.

"Elle do we really need all this stuff, it's gonna be a nightmare carrying it," I state trying to get her to drop a few bags.

She stares at her phone with a blank expression, earphones in and I could subtly hear Champagne & Sunshine that is clearly blasting into her ears.

I take that as a hint to just grab all her bags and take them to my car parked outside in the driveway.

To get her attention to tell her that we are leaving I throw one of the red cushions at her head. I don't know why mum chose red to go with grey but the contrast worked okay to be honest.

After the pillow hit her head, her eyes darted to mine  in a I'm going to kill you in your sleep sort of way. She proceeds to take her earphones out and says "Got a problem, Ni?"

I shake my head and grab the the last two suitcases and she takes that as her signal to leave. She places her earphones back in her ear and walks off to get in the car.

"Are you not gonna grab these?" I shout to her, but she was too lost in her own world to even comprehend my words.

I carry the last suitcases out to the car, I threw them onto the back seat which were lay flat to allow more space.

I run back inside to grab the two handbags, my keys, my phone and my suitcase, I seriously don't understand her need for all this luggage, but I guess she's prepared.

Once I locked the house up, I ran back to the car, hopping in and locking the doors straight away. Elle would freak if I didn't.

I notice that Elle doesn't have her earphones in anymore so I say to her "Are you ready to go your majesty?"

"Sorry I didn't help you, Ni, Ive just got a lot on my mind." she speaks quite timidly. She was rarely this quiet so I knew something was going through her head.

Elliot Horan

Niall packed all my suitcases in the car and I was so glad he didn't make me help him. I have more time to prepare myself for the nightmare I am going to experience these next ten months.

I clicked the radio to break the silence between me and Niall, I don't really feel like talking to anyone at this moment in time.

"So Elle, this is a new experience right? It's gonna be so much fun, you're gonna love it!" he spoke enthusiastically tying to brighten my mood, I don't want to think about anything.

I nod as a yes, in order to signal to Niall I don't want to talk. He takes the hint and carries on driving, nearly at the speed limit.

I don't even know what I'm so nervous about, I met the boys once last year and got on with them really well, other than Harry.

I don't know why he doesn't like me, I never really got to speak to him before so maybe he's just shy. He's always got meetings or phone calls to make when I'm around, it confuses me because shouldn't bands do that type of stuff together.

I try not to think about it too much on the drive to the hotel, it was about a two hour drive and I regret not drinking water before we left.

The music is quietly playing through the radio as my head gently presses against the window of the passenger side.

"Come on Elle, cheer up a bit, you're going to have a blast with me and the boys," he speaks trying to convince me. He knows I don't really want to go on this trip, but at the end of the day I didn't have a choice.

At least I was away from him.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous," my voice is shakier than I imagined it to be, I don't want to cry so I cut my sentence short.

"You? Nervous? Since when? You're so confident you'll be fine. What are you nervous about?" He adds humour to his voice, hearing the pain in mine, he always know how to cheer me up.

"I don't know, I've never been this far away from home, especially without mum, oh shit, I forgot to message her to tell her we left," that was just another thing to add to the pile of things to worry about.

"Oi, I've warned you about that language, you can't go around cussing everywhere," he says it jokingly but I know he's serious. He hates when I use bad language like that, but sometimes it was necessary.

I mumbled a sorry under my breath and rolled my eyes at my brother trying to be a parent. I don't get why he thinks he's in charge when he's only three years older than me.

"Listen, you got on with all the boys last time, other than Harry, he's just a difficult person. He'll come to his senses eventually, just be nice." He reassured me that I'm not the problem, but I always feel like I am.