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Chapter 3
•Niall•

I took the risk of going home. It was starting to become dark out when I finally stumbled into the living area of my home, but that still didn't save me from any trouble.

Both my parents stood in the middle of the room. "And where do you think you have been, faggot?" My father practically screams at me.

"I-I was at school," I stuttered out, trying to look him in the eyes. The man was actually smart enough to figure out when I was lying to him. I did not look him in the eyes.

"Liar!" He screams, yanking at my hair. I tripped and fell. With my father's grip still in my hair, he pulled me back onto my feet and punched me in the face. "Don't fall!" He yelled mockingly. My mother laughed as I tried to pull myself from his grip.

"Let me go!" I yelled, my voice breaking from fear. They only laughed at me.

"Why, fag?" My mother laughed at me. Tears prickled into my eyes, but I pushed them back. This would only cause them to laugh more. I would never be good enough for my parents.

I grabbed at my father's arm-which was still in my hair-and dislodged it, pulling myself off the floor. I sprinted up to my bedroom and grabbed my suitcase and bag, which were laying by my door. I had been preparing for the day, the day I would crack. I had everything packed. All I had to do was walk out the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" My mother demanded, trying to pull me back by my arm.

"Away," I sneered back to her, waltzing right out the door. I knew of a couple of safe havens-a few of which my parents might check for me-but only one really stood out.

"Please answer..." I muttered to myself before knocking on his door. Soon enough, his face popped into my view.

"Niall, what're you doing here?" Paul questions happily.

"What, can't I come see my favorite non-uncle?" I joke. Paul was a close friend of mine, though he was older. He has helped me through most of my family problems, and I can only hope he'll help me with this one.

"Well, most of the time, you don't come see me with suitcases," Paul raises an eyebrow at me. "So, tell me why you're really here so I can help."

"I need somewhere to stay," I said bluntly. "My parents are being... my parents again, I guess. School isn't all that great either. I was just wondering if you would let me stay for a while?" Paul looked at me for a second and blinked, taking in all the information.

"Well... It's a change," he says. "But, I've got the room. Yeah, kid, you can stay." My face broke out into a wide grin.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I exclaim, throwing my arms around Paul and hug him tightly.

"Yeah, you're welcome, Niall. Now, c'mon and let's get settled in your room, yeah?"

Paul and I sat around and talked a bit, about everything. How things were at home, at school, my life in general. He was one of the rare people I could ever trust.

"So, what kind of take away do you want?" Paul stood up and stretched, the looked down at me.

"Nando's?" I ask, looking up at him. Paul sighs.

"Alright. Let me go get the phone," He staggers out of the room, leaving me to my thoughts.

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"So where are you at now?" Harry asked me, taking a bite out of his apple. We sat out in the courtyard-we were the only two out there-for lunch.

"Paul's house. You know, Higgins?" I took a bite out of my sandwich and tried my best to eat like a civilized person.

"Yeah, I know where he lives. Have you asked if you could stay over tomorrow after the concert?" He asks through a mouthful of food.

"I'll ask tonight. Knowing Paul, he'll probably let me," I say, just as the bell rings. I stuff the rest of the sandwich into my mouth and say, "Now, c'mon. We've got history next."

The last few periods of the day came and went, and I found myself sitting on my bed in Paul's house with my laptop open to my tumblr page.

I reposted a couple of pictures of Liam Payne. I'm a bit of a fanboy, you could say. Then I remembered I had to ask Paul.

"Paul!" I yelled out. "Can you c'mere for a second?" I heard a series of footsteps jogging down the hall and my room door opened.

"Yeah?" He asked, peeking his head in.

"Can I stay the night at Harry's house? We're going to a concert tomorrow night and I figured it would just be easier-" he cut me off.

"Yeah, kid, it's fine. Now, I think you need to be getting some rest," Paul flicked his head over to the clock. "It's getting late."

I nodded and closed my laptop, then stripped down to my boxers. Hopefully, I would be able to sleep tonight. As I drifted off, I may or may not have thought about the chocolate eyed popstar.

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NEWLY EDITED ON:

(18/02/14)