My Princess

Chapter 9

I suck at writing, and I have no one to tell me this because not one person has read this at this point.... Well I read this story over... It sucks huh? I read these other stories and say hey .that would be so cool if I could write stories like this with foreshadowing and stuff but I can't!

Well whatever. I want to at least see if it can get better.... So here ya go imaginary readers!

Chapter 9

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Music is the best. I wonder how I survived 4 years without hearing one song, besides the one I wrote. Music can completely speak to me and I can feel the same the writer felt. Music is beautiful, and can't judge you. You can listen to it for fun but realize it makes you completely emotional. It can just make you happy and hopeful, or upset and you relive your past. I love how expertly the writers jot down their emotions, and you can understand what it felt like. At the moment, every good song the guys sing me I want to hear over and over again. The guys must think I'm stupid, but they are the ones at fault. With such beautiful voices, how could I not want to listen?

They have sung to me every song they can think of. They sing whenever they feel like it ,because they know that I would love to hear them. It's very thoughtful of them. I infer that Louis, Niall, and Zayn are kinda sick of it because they haven't started a song for a while. Liam and Harry are taking turns starting random songs.

Last night after Niall drop me off I felt better, but I'm still afraid and upset about Jase. I haven't told the others but thats why they are here today.

This morning I called them all and asked them to come over. I was fired from my job at Walgreens because they had someone better to take my place. The Nursing Home for my dad doesn't know that, so my dad is still going to go there. I had to get food since last time it was all dropped. So My Princess and I walked to the Food Pantry. My Princess ,getting what she wanted, riding on my shoulders instead of walking. I was okay with this since I am more protective crossing streets and such.

Michigan's weather is crazy! It can be warm one day and snow the next. I'm used to it but I'm sure the guys are confused. Today there are light snow flurries so we are bundled up, but it is March.

When we got to the Food Pantry I told them about what almost happened to Joy and that now I have no job, so they gave me more food. They are very kind and thoughtful.

We walked home, Joy always very close by me, holding boxes of food to last a week or so.

The guys are here now. Sitting in my small apartment. Niall is in the kitchen with me just talking and stealing some of the food I'm making. The other guys can still talk to us if they wanted but they have their own conversations going on. Joy is trying to get attention, by playing with Louis feet while he talks to Harry. Liam is wrapped up in a conversation about his Girlfriend with Zayn. Nothing seems to be going wrong except the lack of sitting room.

Niall keeps eating the food I'm making. I don't know if he will be hungry when all the food is ready, but that could just be my motherly brain talking.

"Rosie?" Niall asked as he sat on top of the counter, His feet dangling. He wore a red Bulls Snapback, some light jeans that sat low on his hips, so his boxers always poked out the top, and a t-shirt.

"Yes Nialler?" I said as I continued to dress a salad I was making.

He hesitated, so I stopped what I was doing, and looked at him, "can I meet your dad?"

"Um.. Yea I guess, but he is nothing special, most people are scared away." I answered quietly. Why would he want to meet my dad?

"Well, you see, you talk about him and I just have this image in my head of what your dad would look like mixed with what you have told me, and ya, I want to know what he actually is like." He mumbled. I nodded and continued to put some croutons on the salad. I walked over to Niall with the left over croutons and he grinned as a thank-you. He gladly ate them after offering some to me.