Dear Diary (Niam Horayne)

Chapter 3: There's More Behind It

~Niall's P.O.V~

"Dear Diary.

Dad's been trying to convince me to move to another school, but as I said two weeks ago, I refuse!

It's the same every single day: we're sitting at the dinner table, and then he's gonna take it up...

And today was no exception...

"So, Niall... Considering you've been called names, beaten up, hell even got your arm broken, are you're sure you don't want to take a look at the new school?" He asked.

I took a deep breath as I laid my fork down and looked my dad straight in the eyes...

"Dad? Do you remember my answer from yesterday? and the day before that, and the day before that? Hell and also from last week?" I asked coldly.

He opened his mouth to answer, but I didn't let him.

"In case you have forgotten I'll repeat it for you:  

My answer is yes, dad. I'm sure I don't want to 'take-a-look-at-the-new-school'. 

I refuse to move to another school, and I'll tell you WHY!" I was now half yelling.

"I just got out of the closet in this school... And I don't care if it was an accident or not!

What's done is done, and we can't change that! So let them call me all the names they want! Let them beat me up every single fucking day if they bloody want to!

I don't give a damn! It's not MY problem that they can't understand or respect me or my sexuality! I'm proud of who I am dad! I'm tired of running away from my problems with the tail between the legs, I'm not the same coward as you dad.

I'm staying at this school because I'm gonna prove to them. And apparently also to you. That I'm stronger than they think! Sure as hell it's going to be hard, but I'll give it time! I won't. Give. Up!"

I slammed my uninjured hand down on the table and stood, I still looked at my father with the anger boiling inside me.

He looked -no stared- at me, I could tell he was surprised and if I was not mistaken... Scared?

My eyes softened as I turned to look at Greg, he was sitting there with his hands up in front of his chest, and looked from dad to me and back to dad again, his face showed a lot of worry.

I sighted and sat down again. "Hope you got the massage now dad" I said just as coldly as before, he slowly nodded and reached over the table to gently stroke my hand " I know Niall, I know... I'm just trying to keep you safe."

I sighted "I know dad, but sometimes you're trying way to hard, if I move school now. Everyone will think I'm a coward" with that I got up and went over to the sink and dropped my plate.  

(it was Greg's tune to do the dishes)

As I went up the satires I head dad and Greg talking together about something with low voices, I guess they were talking about me...

I rolled my eyes and here I am writing about what just happened...

All the things I said down there was true, the reasons why I won't move to another school, I mean...

But one thing I didn't tell them was that I wasn't going to let the same things happen to Liam...

Anyways, my arm is starting to get better, I only have to wear the plaster for three more weeks! :D

To be honest, I'm really looking forward to go back to school...