A stroke of luck from Mr. Sheeran (A Kian Lawley Fanfiction)

Chapter- 12 The little details

Kian's P.O.V.

"Oh my god, Jack are you okay"? I said putting her down on the floor. 

"Who are you"? said Jack's father. 

"I'm Kian. I met Jack at an Ed Sheeran concert a week ago". 

I looked down at Jack, She stopped throwing up, but was still sitting down. I helped her up, to see the that she had puke on her left arm. I took my sweater off and started to wipe it off. 

"What happened to Jack, is she..... intoxicated"? said Jack's mother. 

"Yes I ...... well" 

"Kian had nothing to do with it" Jack said trying to gather the words together. 

"I - I wanted attention, I took advantage of the situation. He couldn't leave all of his fans, but he saved me. And carried me home. I was there with another boy.". 

"Jack you should probably go up to your room, and get some rest".  I said. 

She looked at me leaned up to my ear and talked in a whisper.  "My mom is easy, but My Dad will tear you to bits if you say anything bad about me, even if its true". 

We all watched as Jack made her way up the stairs, and I cringed everytime she would trip on a step. 

Jack's mother was tall, about the same height as Jack. Brown hair, thin, mousy. Almost identical to Jack. 

Jack's Father was very tall, about 6.4, he sort of resembled Jack, but not much. He had grey - brown hair and grey eyes with blue spots- just like Jack. 

"Why don't you take a seat on the couch so you can tell us the whole story" said Jack's dad. 

Jack's P.O.V.

I slept for about 11 hours, and I woke up at about 5 am.  I could tell because when I woke up when the sun was rising.

A rush of fear went through me when I thought about Kian. He wasn't beside me. He left, he's gone. My parents probably scared away. I want him here. 

I got out of bed and stumbled to my bedroom window. The sky was very pretty, a mix of pink, purple and orange. I was expecting dewy grass and frosty fences, but everything was fresh. I realized what I was looking at was a sunset when I saw my neighbor swinging on her tree swing.

My neighbor, Olive. She's 14, when I was 13 I used to play with her a lot, but I stopped talking to her when I met Justin. 

She has grown up a lot in the last 4 years, very pretty. Her light blonde hair was flipping around in the wind as she swung on her swing. She was swinging alone, listening to music. None of it makes sense, a pretty girl alone on a saturday. Not even a friend to hang out with.  

I jerked my head towards the door when I heard talking. Kian could still be here, I checked my phone, 5:25. I had only been sleeping for 20 minutes. I feel fine though, not drunk or even hungover. 

I peeked outside my door, walked to the end of the hallway and sat at the top of the stairs - where I could see my mom, dad, and Kian all sitting in the living room. 

"So, what did you do when she refused to leave"? my dad said. 

Kian blew air out his cheeks, "I carried her out of the bar on my shoulder, I really didn't want to force her to do anything, but I was worried about her safety".

I want my Dad to like Kian, but he'll probably think he's just like every other boy. Always wanting the same thing, he's probably right. But i'm hoping out of some stroke of lluck, that Kian won't be like every other boy.