I decided on doing 2 chapters instead of just 1 cause I love ya likkee thatt(: I might even do 10 chapters.! I have alot going with this storriee!(:
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“Are you sure you have to go home?” asked Liam. I nodded; I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. Plus, I had to go home sooner or later, and it was better I went sooner, because if I went later, the angst would just build up inside of me.
“I’ll be alright, I promise.” I said. “This is normal.” And it was, I would usually have a fight with my mom, go away somewhere, and then come home a few hours later. We would have usually both calmed down a little after that, and we would exchange pleasant, albeit wary, glances.
“Lou can drive you if you want.” offered Niall. Louis glared at him like way to just volunteer my services.
I laughed lightly, “No, it’s really alright, I’ll be fine.”
Niall didn’t seem to want me to go. “Uhhh… here! What’s your phone number?” he extended his blackberry to me.
I typed in the digits. “If the others want it you can give it to them.”
Harry prodded Niall’s shoulder. “Yeah, do that.”
“Well, I’ll be on my way, then.” I said, and, giving them warm smiles, stepped out into the light rain, where the taxi was waiting.
As it was pulling away, I glanced back at them through the glass front of their apartment building. They were stepping away from the door, and it looked as though Harry had said something wrong, because Louis had him in a headlock, but they were both laughing. Liam was tutting at them, and Zayn was saying something jovially. Niall looked back for an instance at my cab, and although he couldn’t see me because the windows were blacked out, I met his eyes. They seemed to be searching for something. I turned back around. I didn’t really expect him to call or text, but it would be nice if they did.
In the taxi, the air conditioning was on full blast. My legs, which were uncomfortably bare in my rather short tennis skirt, prickled with goosebumps. I shivered, and curled up in a corner of the seat, trying to confine my body heat. My phone buzzed from inside one of the boots I had borrowed from Niall, who shared a similar shoe size to me. I pulled the slim HTC out.
Sorry, I just realized how cold it was, we should have lent you a coat. –Niall
I smiled, so he had decided to text me after all!
That’s alright, you already gave me boots. Thanks though J
I responded to his text. Even though I was really cold, you don’t tell someone that. We texted for a little bit, going back and forth about this and that. He asked me about tennis, and I asked him about singing. I was almost home when my phone buzzed again. Thinking it was Niall, I happily opened up the text.
Your father is home. Come in the back way.
The text was from my mother. When I read it my heart stopped. I was surprised. My father didn’t usually come home until around 1 am on a normal night, and it only around 10:30. I had counted on having enough time to shower and go to sleep before he came home. This probably meant he got kicked out of the pub earlier than usual, and this probably meant he was especially drunk. I planned my escape route. If he was in the living room yelling or sleeping and if I came in through the back door and crept down the hall and up the stairs, then I could probably make it without him noticing me. He would no doubt ask where I had been, and why I was out so late on a school night, and I couldn’t lie. He could always tell. I shuddered to think what would happen if he found out. I reminded myself to get one of the long-sleeved tennis uniform shirts.
