The next day consisted of what I done yesterday, wake up with a struggle, get ready, go to collage, do work. Nothing new happened to the group that shouted over to me yesterday they gave me evil looks and attempted to spread rumours but everyone else is to far up my ass to believe them. I suppose that's a bad thing having all my class mates following me round and believing anything I say, but in some occasions ( such as this one ) it's not to bad. Me and Destiny sat in our assigned seats and didn't talk unless we needed something or to say good bye as we both had our music blasting from our ears.
I was currently walking home as Niall was in the studio song writing for the next album, which I had to keep a secret from everyone including Phee and Elise and it was killing me. The walk home was quicker than I expecting and I soon reached the front door in under half an hour. I walked in to find an empty, dirty house thinking back I tried to recall me or Niall ever tidying the house but couldn't remember doing it. I ran upstairs to mine and Niall's room which I had moved into leaving my old room empty which we had decided to turn into a gym. I dumped my bag on the floor next to the door and then slipped off my jeans and threw on some leggings keeping Niall's 5sos tee on. I left Niall's room and then ran / hopped down the stairs, I ran over to the docking station slipping my phone onto it and then pressed 'play' for Good Charlotte. I ran round the house looking in every cupboard trying to find something to use like a Hoover or polish, I eventually found the hoover in the small alcohol room balancing in the corner, leaning on the wall for support. After hoovering and polishing all the house I put away the Hoover and then I flopped down on to the sofa.
After lying down for around 10 minutes there was a load slam heard from the front of the house. I quickly stood up and speed walked towards the front of the house to find a pissed off Niall. With out a word he walked straight up the stairs, walking straight pass me with out a word or even a glance. I stood there at the end of the stairs looking dumb as shit, what was wrong with him? Have I done something ? I tried thinking back over the past few days but their was nothing I could think of. Many the tabloids have said something ? Or the fans?
I slowly made my way up the flights of stairs, I heard another slam and presumed he had made it to the room.
I reached our door and took multiple deep breaths calming my self down, preparing my self to be faced with a pissed off Niall. I quietly put my hand on the door handle holding it so tight my knuckles went white matching my feared face. I slowly reached my hand to knock on the hard wood door, the sound racing around the house. I waiting for a reply but instead got a load grunt so took it as a sign to come in.
I slipped through the door, closing it softly and then walking over to him. His T-shirt was taunt over his back, his muscles tight and protruding as he hunched forwards holding his head in his hands sitting on the end of our bed.
"Are you ok?" I asked concern evident in my abrupt tone.
"M' ok" he mumbled to the floor still not looking at me. After a long pause I spoke with mixture of anger, as he was lying to me saying he was ok and concern.
"Can you tell me what's wrong ?"
He stayed looking at the floor, head in hands, breathing heavily. I let out a frustrated huff feeling my nostrils flare but still I stayed calm and in control.
"Can you at least look at me" I asked in a polite tone while pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. Slowly he pushed up his head, snapping his eyes to look deep into my pale blue one. His once ocean blue eyes were now a deep royal blue colour filled with rage, what could be so bad? It must of been me, I must of done something. Nothing this bad could of happened in the studio with 4 other boys. What had I done? Was it because I didn't want to cook tea yesterday or because I made new friends at collage? Maybe someone from collage had said something. What ever it was I need to apologise.
"I'm sorry" I said bowing my head loosing eye contact, now staring blanking at the floor. I start picking at the ends of my top to give my self something to do. I know felt incredibly stupid standing in the middle of his room looking at the floor and apologising for something I'm unknown of.
I heard him let out a loud frustrated breath before pushing him self off the bed and taking 3 long strides towards me.
