Started with XFactor (Niall Horan) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 20

Beth's P.O.V

"Here we are." Niall said, pulling up. I thanked him quietly, trying to not make eye contact. But that failed when Niall wanted a kiss, just to know we were alright. I sat there and stared at him for a long while. Then I pecked his lips.

"Were alright as a couple Niall. I just need time to think. To get my head around what's happening." I said truthfully. The thing with me, is, I don't like lying. I don't like others lying to me, and I don't like lying to others, so I most of the time tell the truth, and I almost never hide anything. He nodded and drove away.

I walked into my house in a complete mood. I noticed that mums car was here, and dads coat was inside it. Which means only one thing: Dads home. Great! This is going to be amazing. I unlocked the front door and slowly walked in. I checked my watch. It was 12:34pm. How the morning went slow. I thought it was like 5pm.

I quietly made my way to the living room, and pocked my head around the side of the door. There was a movie on the TV. I looked at the couch, and saw Daf curled into a ball in the corner of it. I was glad to find only Daf there, I don't think I could face anything else.

The relationship between Daf and I is amazing. He is truly like my older brother, kind of like I had met him before. Before he ever knew my sister, before he knew we existed, before I knew he existed. The bond we had, was like - older brother, younger sister - but it was different. There was more understanding. All I know, is it's amazing.

I slowly walked in and sat next to him. I looked at his face then at the TV. The idiot watching a horror movie alone, he was terrified! I just giggled and snuggled into his arm. He lifted it up and wrapped it around me, and I cuddled into his chest.

We were watching the movie for no longer than ten minutes before I heard a cough coming from the door way. I turned my head and looked over the back of the couch, and saw my father. I had no desire to talk to him, so I ignored his presence and carried on with the movie. He sighed heavily and flicked the lights on. The sudden light stung my eyes, and they took a while to adjust.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly, no emotion what so ever. Daf sensed straigh away that something was wrong, and he had completely tensed. I pulled away and looked at my father, stood tall in the door way.

"I really need to talk to you Beth." He said, getting straigh to the point. I couldn't help but laugh at how rediculous he was being.

"What gives you the impression that I have any desire to have an one to one discussion with you?" I snapped. He showed nothing helpful. Nothing in his posture, eyes nor face. All I saw was remorse in his eyes, and his posture showed authority.

"This is no time for your extrensive vocabulary or your stubborn personality, Beth." He said harshly, obviously getting frusturated that I wasn't obeying his commands.

"I will not sit here and tollorate insults from you. Goodnight Daf." I said kissing Daf's cheek. "Father." I spat as I walked past him. I heard him sigh on my way upstairs. Me being the nosey child I am, sat on the stairs and listened to Daf and dads conversation.

"What was all of that about?" Daf asked, sounding upset and really concerned. I smiled to myself, at the brotherly love coming from Daf.

"I haven't told her yet. I still don't think she is ready. I just don't think she is mature enough to deal with it." He said softly, obviously regretting the previous tone he used with me.

"Don't think she is ready? Don't think she is mature enough? She has already dealt with the pain from the hate. She does so much for this family. She has dealt with your illness, and even helped you potentially recover. She works, goes to school and does so much more." He says, getting louder with each point. "And you still don't think she is ready?" He shouts.