Niall |DISCONTINUED|

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The congregation of Niall Horan, Principal Braddock and Mr. Hollingsworth settled in the tidy office of Mrs. Lyla E. Braddock where a trivial matter would be discussed among the three. The hilarity of the word congregation was the forcefulness of the situation and how congregations usually didn't mind being together. Niall minded. Principal Braddock was uncomfortable, but the coach was determined, ready to give Zayn a taste of what he so often dished out.

"Neil-" This came from Mrs. Braddock

"It's Niall." Mr. Hollingsworth cut in, still hoping to sooth the lad that sat before him.

"Niall-" Mrs. Braddock corrected herself. "I need you to tell me who was throwing the um. Things at you." Niall could tell that the woman was uncomfortable with talking about the things that he'd been pelted with.

"It was Zayn Malik and his gang." Mr. Hollingsworth pressed. The principal dismissed his conspiracy.

"Look." She sighed, running her hands over the maple desk in an attempt to break the discomfort. "We're going to have to call your mom." Niall raised his head, straightened his hunched figure and looked up at Mrs. Braddock. There was a fear in his eyes that Braddock mistook for something else.

"No. N-no no." Niall said whilst shaking his head. Little did he know, the water machine to his left trembled along with him. "No!" He raised his voice.

"Now, I know that we've had issues with her ever since she was forced to stop homeschooling you, but it is detrimental that we contact her." Mrs. Braddock urged. She lay an easy hand on Niall's trembling arm.

"NO!" This shout came from Niall who kicked his chair back. The glass that sat atop of the water machine collapsed, pooling out like a broken dam. Niall stormed into the hallway and took a seat on a nearby bench, shaking his head once more before clenching his eyes shut a few times.

A black haired bloke sat on a bench to the left of his. He glanced over when he was called. -Informally of course- The lad called him something along the lines of 'boy' he turned his head. Niall turned fully then, facing the lad. He concealed a smile before imitating the act of oral sex. Niall looked down and closed his eyes, sighing at the thought of the days events.

Is that Niall Horan?  These voices floated among the hallways. Niall kept his eyes closed for hours it seemed, and when he opened them, Maura stood before him, she was menacing. Her stature was impeccable, her swampy eyes burned like the desert sun and wordlessly, she marched him out of the building.

They walked briskly to the almost stone aged car, entering quickly after slicing through the mass of students. Niall heard Zayn Malik saying something to someone about checking out a video of sorts, but he couldn't be bothered to care about it. 

Maura closed his door lightly and walked to her side, staring over at something in the distance and without a word, they took off in the direction of their home.

"I'm sorry that you had to come to school today mama." Maura reached out and placed her hand over Niall's own, continuing to drive. The ride had began to transform into a slow burn, especially when the situation was accompanied by neither conversational dialogue nor a pleasant atmosphere. Maura sat silent though, she didn't mind. 

"Mama, why didn't you tell me?" Niall whined lightly. Maura kept silent. "Mama, t-they threw things at me. W-why didn't you tell me. They laughed." Niall pestered.

"We'll talk about this in the house." Maura exited, the car quickly and headed at the simplistic home, only turning back to glance at Niall who sat there, not wanting to come in, but knowing that it was the only way that he'd maybe get his answer. He stepped out of the car and stared straight to Maura.

"Mama. I-I don't want to go inside with you." His plead strengthened. "W-why, just why didn't you tell me?" Maura ignored him, slamming the front door shut Niall sat back down in the car and closed the red door.

Bang!

-Crazy Niall-
-Crazy Niall-
-Crazy Niall-

A young girl circled the car, chanting at Niall and he ignored her, looking back down at his shoes. Nice shoes they were. Neat, almost as if he'd bought them the day before. "Crazy Niall!" Niall scrunched his eyebrows together and stared up at the girl with distaste. Out of anger he used his otherwise sparsely active ability to knock her from her bicycle. The girl got up and scampered off, dragging her bicycle away and popping a tire in the process.

Niall glanced up at the tall oak that sat a bit ways east of his home. It shaded the car and soothed the sultry glare of the sun. Niall opened the car door with caution. He was going in.

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