Buried (Niall Horan Fanfic) (AU)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

S.p.o.v.

Pancakes.. Why do I smell pancakes..

I enter the kitchen to see my mom standing behind the stove in a bath robe, hair piled into a bun, and house slippers... "Uhm.. Are you okay?" I ask in shock, she's never in pajamas at this time. Normally she's rushing off before I'm out of the shower.

"I'm not feeling well so I'm working from home today," she says as she flips a pancake over and pushes a plate toward me nodding to the pile of food already cooked.

"Why all the food?" I say looking at the bacon, eggs and pancakes in piles on the plates.

"Just thought you might want an actual breakfast before school," she shrugs as if her making breakfast every morning is normal around here.

"Thanks but I'm good with just my pop tart.." I mumble and grab my backpack of the bar seat. I turn and head for the front door, without a pop tart.

Tonight is the party for Niall at Louis'. I've managed to avoid the topic, and surprisingly him, all week. I mentioned it to Emily a few days ago and of course she's all in. Mainly, I think she wants to go because she knows there is a possibility Ashton will be there and she can work things out with him. I haven't asked Olivia, her dad's still not letting her do much apart from school. Niall said it would be a small crowd.. Nothing big. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, I've never been to a high school party before. When dad was home we were always busy doing our own thing, special dinners, going to movies, going to times square, and looking at all the little shops. Mom was working so much that we just entertained ourselves. Ever since the divorce mom doubled her case load, whether to "support my schooling" or to keep her mind off of the divorce. I wouldn't know, she's never home long enough for us to discuss anything. He's a sore subject.

What the hell... I'll talk to Olivia and see what she says. I could at least show up to say "Hi." Couple minuets.

It could be... Fun..

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N.p.o.v.

"Blow out the candles baby.." A soft voice whispers as I stare at the chocolate cake in front of me. Smiling, I look up to see 8 pairs of vacant eyes watching me all around the oval table. Strangers waiting for me to make my wish. A few of them nod their head in encouragement.

"Make a wish, Niall" the soft voice echoes.

My mind is telling me to bail but my lungs refuse to listen as they slowly breathe in and prepare to blow out the big number 9 candle. Just as I'm about to make my wish, there is a high pitch ring and all the vacant eyes start looking terrified. One of them turns to look at me, its eyes dull, then it whispers, "He's coming! Hide!"

The vacants at the further end of the table begin to cry while the ones closest to me start to gather them in a group and look around for a hiding spot. "Not today, today is special! Go sleep it off.." The soft voice shouts.

I'm stuck at the table as I hear big boots clumping from somewhere behind me. Panic sets in and I push my chair away from the table. I've gotta hide. Now!

"Blow out the candles, Niaaall" a big booming voice drawls out behind me. The smell of liquor floats through the air, and something else, something dirty, like it's seeping through his skin.

I try to get up and run but I'm stuck to the chair and I can't move it.

"I said blow them out!" I almost gag from the smell of his breath. All of a sudden the chair is shoved and I fall sideways, my head hitting the hardwood floor.