on the road // n.s.

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harry

   "Harry! Come down here we have visitors"

   I rolled my eyes out, I wasn't in the mood for visitors. I was in the middle of fixing my bookshelf (which consists of loads of encyclopedia and Disney books). I needed everything in order. From A-Z and the shades of covers from light to darker. I guess I'm one of those people who's allergic to unorganized place.

   I kind of sometimes feel a bit scared knowing that there is an illness to this situation, that this isn't normal, OCD. But thank God, I discovered that I love ruining my sister's room so that gives answer to my fears.

   "I don't wanna mom!" I called out, so that they can hear me.

   "Harry I'm not asking you, this is an order" she called back. Of course, she's my mom. They always have the authority towards you. So I went downstairs despite my urge to throw tantrum. I was 12 okay.

   "Ben this is Harry, my little brother and Harry, this is Ben, my fiancé"

   That was the last and first time hearing the word fiancé or proposing, as what the situation is about. Hearing what Customer, Niall, said, brought back memories from me.

   It was my sister and her stupid boyfriend who gave me memories like this. I hate to think of me, hating my family to the point where I despise every memory I have with them. I just don't understand why they would do such thing just to feed their wallets and such.

   "Well, what happened then?" I asked, finding myself involuntarily caressing his back; an instinct for me when someone needed some comfort.

   He was silent for a moment. I thought he wouldn't open up again but he took a heavy breath before detangling himself from my embrace and standing up. The cold night breezed into my long curly hair, making it a little messy, well not that it wasn't messy already.

   "His name is Louis" he started, pacing around in front of me. Walking back and forth from my left to right. I might get dizzy if he wouldn't stop doing that "We started dating last year, December 24th. It was his birthday and he was having party over his house and being one of his friends, of course I wouldn't pass that out" he said, stopping from his little runway and turns his back from me.

   I discarded the blanket off my shoulders, seeming I wasn't that cold and it's summer. I only put it out for Niall. He's now staring at our movie screen on the sky, watching the movement of the dancing sparkles of the stars. I wonder if he also does that every time just like me.

   "He asked me to be his boyfriend in front of the people in his party. I didn't even know he likes me!" he exclaimed, finally looking at me "I thought he was straight, knowing he has this ex-girlfriend of his, Eleanor's the name, and to be honest I like them both. I actually gave my blessing already to them if they were to have marriage. But that night, I was truly shocked to the stunt he did."

   Well, I'm guessing he was forced?

   "I said, L-Louis what are you doin-" he acted "but then he gave me this pleading look that gives me message to say yes. And as a good friend, I said yes" he sighed, looking down at his feet.

   I took time to look at his appearance. He was wearing black skinny jeans, white button up with little polka dots design (some of the buttons were unbutton) and purple boots. Boots. I love boots.

   "You can say I was only forced that night. He also kissed me that very same moment; in front of our friends. I was starting to think that maybe it was some sick kind of prank. But luckily it's not and unluckily, he really likes me."

   I frowned, why would he say unluckily? "Well, don't you like him?"
Niall's biting his nails. A habit I guessed earlier of him and now, I think I'm right to guessing. He leaned back to the car hood and crossed both of his arms on his chest, his back still facing me. "No I don't"

   "Then why did you said yes?" I asked him, completely not understanding why would someone let themselves control by anyone. I mean, he was forced to say yes but he has a choice. It was his body, his self, his love life, his dignity. He can say no if he wants.

   "Because Louis is a friend of mine. I care about him." Care. Concern, serious affection, consideration; protection, care.

   "Why would you even care about him" I found myself frowning at this. Caring to someone is disgusting.

   "Louis and I are really close since high school. I care about him of course. He's like a big brother to me." He looked at me through his shoulder "What's with that look?"

   I didn't know I was glaring at the space between us. I never have opened my side of story to anyone else. Then again no one cares so how can I tell anyone if there aren't anyone.

   "You know, you can talk to me. Since I practically ranted on you" he sent me a smile. A genuine smile I've never been received for so long. Maybe I should tell him too? I mean, it's only one night and this kind of opportunity only happens once in a life time.

   "Nah, it's just.." I took a heavy breath, well this is it "My parents got divorced when I was 8. My mother kept me and my sister. We don't have enough savings to live for my mother doesn't have a job that gives enough for our needs, since my dad's the one who works in the family"

   I looked at him seeing he's listening to me intently so I continued, I don't want to talk without an audience and to someone who doesn't care now do I?

   "Long story short, they were doing this bad and naughty stuffs just for the money. I didn't know they would do such thing. My sister got married to this Ben man, he was in his mid-forties and they both moved to America, with my mom, without me"

   When I looked at Niall, he was frowning "Why didn't they let you come with them?"

   "Because according to them, I will only destroy their plan since I'm not really fond of what they're doing, so they left me in the house alone. Let me guard the house like I was a house keeper" I rolled my eyes. See? Even my own flesh and blood family doesn't care about me. I was 13 when they left me alone.

   "How did you manage to live on your own then?"

   "Foster home, the neighbours said they care about me so they sent me to foster home. And then when I turned 18, I went back home. If you can even call that home" I was now 22, all independent. I don't need anyone for me to care.

   "That....was a story to tell"

   I gave him a small sad smile, well true. A lot of drama but I lived. I have to live.

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niall's wearing the one he wore in dmd yknow the purple boots and all 😏😏

have u guys been to a festival? tell me about it bc i just had my first time earlier and it was loads of fun 💕🎆 (i also fangirled a little when i saw my fav photographer i was crushing 😻)

dedicated to ry (narrents) bc ilysm 💕