Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

Christmas Eve - Chapter 57

I'm going to apologize in advance for such a horrible crappy chapter..

Literally it's going to be horrible I can tell.

It's more of a filler because I didn't want to jump far ahead.

So anyways, it's probably going to be short :/ I hate when chapters are short..

Anywaysssss

Bye!!!! x 

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When we got back to the house, we all just kind of fooled around and did our own thing. Kaden and Alex are still getting used to each other. I can tell from how quiet they are to each other. My guess is that usually brothers aren't that quiet. 

I'm still getting used to being related to them as well, especially now that I have a twin that I didn't know existed for 17 years. I know for sure that both of their 'parents' were nice to them just by the way they acted towards them and when the boys would tell Mom and I about them.

Mom would tell us that Kaden and I looked just like her, but that Alex looked more like our Dad. Even though our Dad abandoned us for us to be taken away, I still wanted to meet him, hear his voice, and just hear his side of his story. I want to know what he was thinking all those moments he spent with Mom. Did he actually love her, or was this his plan the whole time? Was it all just a set up?

I mean yeah, Mom says she was too young anyways, but is that what he thought? Is he just like Carmen or is he nicer, or what? I just want to know what he's like. Mom doesn't like talking about him, but if I were in her position, I wouldn't want to talk about it either. One of these days I've got to talk to him.

I was now laying in bed, and it was around 11 o'clock, and I couldn't sleep. I've been laying here for about an hour or so now, and there was no way I was sleeping. I've formed a habit where I think too much, and it's been here for a  long while, and I can't help it. When my mind gets going, it'll take awhile to get it back under my control. That sounds weird; "Under my control". It's like I don't have control over myself.

I stared at the blank ceiling above me, and watched the lights of passing cars roam along the walls. 

I wondered what Niall was doing. Probably sleeping since it's about 4 in the morning there. I missed him already even though it's been not even a full day since I've seen him.

I sat up in my bed, and pulled my laptop off the table next to my bed, setting it on my lap. I opened  it up, turned it on, and waited it for it to boot up. While I sat there waiting I just cracked my knuckles and took some deep breaths, trying to make myself tired.

I logged in, and opened Skype, and to my surprise, Niall was online. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't imagining things, but then I started hearing the tune of Niall sending a video request. I sat up even farther, fixed my beanie, and then accepted it.

It took a few seconds to load and then I saw the familiar face, except he looked absolutely drained of energy.

"Niall, you should be asleep."

"Asleep?"

I nodded. "It's 4 over there isn't it?"

I saw him yawn, which then cause me to yawn.

He shrugged. "I guess I'm not tired."

"Niall, you look absolutely exhausted. You need to get some sleep."