Things in life were going pretty well for me. I got to meet the rest of the Payne family during Thanksgiving where most of the adults and children complimented my accent. Some of the younger children even had me play tea party with them while they attempted to mimic my accent. It was really cute.
At Christmas, for the first time of my life, I received a large amount of presents. When I lived with my parents, they didn't buy me anything really. Sometimes maybe a pack of gum or a yo-yo. When I lived with my foster family, we all got one present each because I lived in a foster house with seven other kids. At the orphanage, we all got two presents, which was a much better upgrade than before. But this last Christmas, I received more than I had ever seen. I swear there was almost thirty different boxes with my name written on them. It was a new thing for me, seeing a large amount of presents underneath a Christmas tree.
On New Year's Eve, I went to a party at Louis's house. Harry escorted me there. He did this whole cliché scene where he came and picked me up and promised to have me home by two in the morning. It was pretty silly and had Ruth laughing while I just stood there and blushed.
The party was okay. I chickened out on drinking alcohol, afraid that I'd get in massive trouble. Harry downed a couple beers, though. Louis was extremely drunk an hour before midnight. People were encouraging him to do a strip tease. Harry and I walked in the room once Louis began dancing on the dining table and stripping from his shirt. Harry coaxed Louis off the table and took him outside, giving him fresh air and trying to sober him up.
I noticed Liam walking around with a brunette sometime throughout the night and may or may not have kind of stalked them for a bit to see what was up. Turns out, I listened to Liam ask the girl out and she said yes. You go, Liam. You go.
At midnight, Harry and I shared our first New Year's kiss which was really awesome. It wasn't too much later when we went back to mine and cuddled in bed while we talked about the new year.
Now, it's nearing Harry and I's six month anniversary and the end of the school term. I heard that Harry had a big surprise planned for me, and I was really excited. Louis swears up and down that he believes Harry is wanting to have sex, which... I honestly wouldn't mind. I know I love Harry, and I'm quite positive he loves me too. I've heard people around school saying things about our relationship; some saying they're surprised we're still together and some saying he's going to dump me once he gets what he wants. I try to ignore it, though. I don't need that sort of negativity in my life.
It was two weeks until our six month anniversary, and Harry was over. We were lying in my bed while Liam sat at the end of his own, playing some weird video game. I wasn't paying much attention to him, though. My attention was focused on Harry. I had heard that extreme fondness for your lover wore off eventually, but I just didn't see that happening with me. Harry was perfect in every way in my head.
It was late in the evening when dad came into our room with the house phone pressed against his chest. I was lying with my arm draped over Harry's back. He was lying on his stomach, sleeping. It was cute. His mouth was slightly agape with heavy breaths leaving it. His eyelids would flutter every so often, and he moved his head a lot.
"Niall," dad said, walking over to my bed. I moved my position, moving my arm from Harry's back and sitting up.
"It's your brother." It was odd. Greg never called, especially not the house phone. Sometimes he would send me random little texts talking about how he is and wondering how I am, but he never called.
"Hello?" I breathed out softly, hoping to not wake Harry. I heard Greg sigh heavily, and I could immediately tell something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" I asked in a slightly panicked voice.
"It's... it's mum and dad. They... they're trying for an appeal. They're trying to get out of prison, Niall. Apparently they have this new lawyer that's really good. He's never lost one case. I don't want them to get out, Ni. I love them, I do, but they... they're horrible people. " I dropped the phone after listening to Greg's statement. I was terrified, honestly. It made me think back to the day they were arrested.
"We'll find you when we get out," dad promised. "We'll finish our research. We'll get this out to scientists across the globe. We'll be rich."
"And we'll make sure to kill you right after," mum hissed.
It scared me what they said. They had been doing this my entire life. They had always been working on hybrid experimentation. I had no idea why it sparked their interest, but I wish it never did. They became obsessed with it, and I was treated as the guinea pig.
"Niall," Liam said, waving his hand in front of my face, "are you all right?" I shook my head.
"No, Liam, I'm not."
"What's wrong?"
"My parents might be getting out of prison earlier than expected, and I have no doubts that they'll kill me."
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Dude! I haven't updated in over a month, and I want to apologize for that.
But here's an update. This just sparked in my head like an hour ago so woohoo.
I'm not sure how long this story will be, but I imagine it will be at least thirty chapters. I hope that's good enough for you guys.
Thanks for being so patient! I'll try to have out a faster update next time. xx
~Tay :*
