Little Secret (Niall Horan)

Chapter 2

Take me Home

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Naomi's Pov

I awaken inside of that house, again.

Why wont this person leave me alone? What have I done so horribly, that'd make you hate me? Because the last time I checked, I did nothing wrong.

I slowly sit up from the somewhat comfy beige couch, and stroke my bangs to the top of my head. I look around, and spot a picture.

The picture is the younger, pregnant version of my mum, and a boy. He kind of looks like me. Well, everyone has at least 5 people that look like them, so.

I stand up, where is the loo? I really have to pee!

I start walking through a hallway, peeking inside each door. As I finally reach the loo, I suddenly hear talking coming from a room i hadn't peeked in yet. Its multiple people actually, boys.

"What should I do about Naomi? I bet she hates me."

Got that right, I hate you.

"Well, she is your daughter. She should come to her senses, and figure that out."

What?

"Yeah, you should tell her, I bet she thinks you kidnapped her or something."

Yes, you did kidnap me. One second im with my mum, the next I'm in this mess!

"Fine. When she wakes up, we can shop."

I am not going anywhere with you.

"Shopping? Isn't that her mum's job?"

Really.

"Well, her mum isn't here, and she needs clothes. She will be staying here for awhile."

What does he mean?

"I should go check up on her, it's getting late."

I hear footsteps walking towards the door. I suddenly panic, but I just freeze, they cant hurt me right? A second later, the door swings open.

"I-I im just going to the loo, im sorry." I say, before scrambling inside the loo.

The Irish accent whispers something, but i couldn't quite catch on.

They then walk downstairs, and I suppose into the kitchen, since I can hear their footsteps echoing throughout the house.

I finish my business, wash my hands, and brush my hair with a brush I found sitting on the sink.

I grab some toothpaste, and put some in my mouth, then add water.

That took about 2 minutes. I gurgle one last time, then spit it out. I gurgle some more water, spit it out, and dry my face.

I slowly start walking downstairs.

"Good morning Naomi," That Irish voice tells me, while trying to hug me. I back away, leaving him sad-faced.

"Hello love, Im Liam Payne, and this is Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, and Zayn Malik." The strong British accent replies, while pointing to each boy. I confusingly stare at the Irish one.

"Oh, and this is Niall. Niall Horan." He tells me. I then feel tears run down my face, as my so called 'father' hugs me.

I vigorously push him away from me, and run outside. I run to a bench right outside of that death house, and cry.

He hasn't been my father for 6 years. I didn't even know him. I was 5 when he left, and he didn't even say goodbye.

All of a sudden, I think Louis, came outside and hugged me. Im too weak to fight him right now, so I just give in. Taking him by surprise.