Ariel loudly blows her nose into my shirt. Currently, I'm sitting down on her couch and she happens to be laying down on the couch with her head on my stomach while crying.
"Like, why doesn't he understand my pain?" Ariel says sniffling into her words.
"I don't know. If I were you, I would miss Zack too." I say and then quickly correct myself, so I would not get slapped by the crazed and psychotic One Direction fan. "I mean, Zayn? Sorry about my error."
Ariel's phone gets a Twitter notification. "Zayn has already made a solo song with a different musical sound. How could the love of my love do this to me? He should know how many people have looked up to him for almost five years." Ariel sobs violently. "I'm going to go to my room before my mother sees that I am not in it."
Oh yeah, I totally forgot! Ariel's mom is the nastiest, rudest, vile women I have ever met in my lifetime. I'm surprised she is "nice" enough to let Ariel have a life without abuse. Caroline, Ariel's mom, forces Ariel to sleep in the dusty attic. Caroline obviously does not want a daughter or any child to ruin her social life that, in my opinion, she barely has. Caroline brings home a different man from the bar every night. Ariel does not even know why her mother has become so bitter to her or why she thinks she has to drown out her pain with the men she hangs around. I am guessing it is because Ariel's father is not alive and she has to find a way to forget about him.
"I'll come with you?" I say as more of a question than a statement, being not totally sure if she would agree.
"You will have to hide in my closet until it is dark outside." She says, half frowning. "That way my mother will be home and will have already checked on me and then you can come out and then we can hang and you will spend the night!" That made us both smile.
"Okay, let's go now." And with that, we run to the hidden stairs that lead to the attic. I had completely forgotten how small her "closet" was until she shoved me into it when we heard the front door open and then slam shut. The clicking of Caroline's high heals on the wood floor, along with the giggles from her and the chuckles from her new male acquaintance, filled the medium sized house annoyingly.
"Stay here a moment, I'll be back in a second." Caroline says in her thin Australian accent. She makes her way towards Ariel's bedroom door and peeks her wide head into the room.
Caroline is from Canada and apparently moved to Australia to be with Ariel's (back then) future biological father, Ashton Irwin. I guess Ashton died before Ariel was eight years old, so I have never met him before.
"Adrianna or Angela or whatever I named you, If you have yet to eat dinner then you won't be getting any because now you cannot come downstairs." She laughs, half drunk. Of course she is drunk. Oh and luckily, Ariel and I had eaten some Hawaiian pizza earlier. The sound of the clicking of Caroline's shoes go back down the hidden stairs and finally fade to the main floor.
"Lukeeeeeee, you may come out of the closet now!" Ariel whisper yells. "Ha ha! Get it? Oh my gosh."
"Not very funny." I say and give Ariel a fake death glare while walking out of her miniature closet. I can't keep a straight face and break out into laughter, Ariel follows my actions soon after.
"It was high-larious!" Ariel giggles.
"Okay now laydown before I punch you in the brain." I say, walking over to her full-size bed and plopping down onto it.
"That would be entertaining to see, but I bet it would hurt more than I would want it to." Ariel says, pursing her lips in thought. I poke her lips and she gives me a confused look. Ariel answers a call on her phone that is always silent.
"Hi Cal." Ariel says into the cellphone. "Mhmm" "Nope" "Sure" "Okay" Were the things she replied into the phone during the conversation. Ariel hung up.
"What?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Calum is on his way to spend the night." She says.
"I thought I was spending the night." I say pouting.
"Well, you will need to leave out from the window. Calum does not need to know you were here." She says cringing.
I leave out the window and climb down a tree to the hard ground that awaits.
