The New One: Season One [Nouis Toran]

03 - Packing

"Well, come on! We need to pack Ky!"

"What? I'm coming with you?" I nodded.

She jumps up in a hurry and up the stairs. The parents laugh and I smile before racing after the blonde girl.

I step into her room and she already has a pile of about eight shirts on her bed. "Woah woah woah! You need to be a little but more organized." I laugh at her.

"Fine. I'll throw stuff and you organize and pack it!"

I throw one of the shirts in a pile on the floor with her other dirty clothes because it had a stain on it. I fold the others and put them in the large purple case she has sitting on the floor, pulling it up onto the bed.

She throws over jeans, sweats, jackets and other things and I stuff them into the purple case. A bright pink frilly bra then lands in front of me. I let a very manly scream and jump backwards with my arms in the air.

"What? It's just a bra?" She says shrugging.

"Just a bra?!? That's the bra you wore when you basically had sex with Derek Jones in the boys locker room!" I say kind of loudly.

She throws one of her red TOMS that she had in her hand at me. Its hits right in the center of my forehead.

"My parents are down stairs! Just put the damn bra in a suitcase you pussy!" She whisper yelled at me. I slowly walked over to the bra and pick it up. Placing it quickly into the suitcase.

We continue packing till Kyla is satisfied with the amount of clothing she has stuffed into the purple case.

"Come on Niall! Time to get bathroom stuff!" She said happily. Oh God!

"NO NIALL! YOU PUT IN THE WRONG FUCKING BLOW DRYER!" Kyla yells at me.

"IT'S A FUCKING BLOW DRYER! WHATS THE DIFFERENCE!" I yell back and she hits me with the 'right' blow dryer.

"Ow!" I yell and start dancing around holding the side of my head where the hair dryer it me.

"I can't stand this abuse, I'm going home to get my stuff. If you're no longer violent to me we could watch a movie." I say.

"Okay!" She says back, turning back to the cabinet to find the rest of her things.

I head down the stairs. My mum and Kyla's Mum, Dad and sister have moved to the living room. "I'm going home to get my stuff, mum." I say to them.

"Do you need a hand?" My mum asks. "I'm good!" I say back. Slipping on my shoes and heading out the door.

I walk down the dark street, my shoes letting out soft taps on the road as I walk the few houses down to mine.

I walk down the stone path and onto the front porch of my house. I push the door open and step inside, closing the door behind me.

I look over at my two suitcases and my backpack. All ready for the two weeks away.

I walk past them and up the stairs, pushing open my bedroom door.

I look at my room, mostly clean, other then a few CD's, Books and Movies on the floor by my bookshelf. I sit down on my knees and start putting them back. I stop when I pick up my Deluxe version of Up All Night, pulling of the lid I grab the cd case and pull it out, staring at the pictures on the front. Liam's fluffy looking brown hair and green sweater, Zayn quiffed up black hair and green blue shirt, Harry's white striped shirt and curly brown hair, and Louis feathery hazel brown hair with blue jean jacket and white shirt.

I feel tears prick my eyes, this is it, I'm a part of this, some random boy or girl will be sitting in their room, holding a CD case with my face on it. I whip my eyes.

I hear someone come into my room, my mum. I stand up and she pulls me in for a hug. "No matter how big you get, or how far away you way travel, or how many things happen to you, remember, you'll always be my baby boy." My mother is crying now, we keep hugging. She lets go of my body.

"Oh, and whatever boyfriends you bring home, you better know I'll embarrass you." She smiles.

"Mum!" I say with fake anger in my voice, but start laughing.

"Sorry honey, it's my job!"

My song quote:

When I grow up I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies.

~The Pussycat Dolls, When I Grow Up