Forgetting How to Love (Niall Horan / One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Kylie's POV:

Laughter and happiness filled the air. We sat on the grass watching the stars, not focusing on the homework that we would have to turn in the next morning. Our hands collided, like to vines intertwining with one another, sending tingles down my spine. 

I've missed this so much. His touch, his voice. 

"This is incredible," Alen says as we continue to gaze at the stars.

"Hm, yeah it is." I continued to gaze, but drifted off thinking about the past few months. So much happened these pasts months, I never truly was able to consume it all in my brain. As I reminisce the past, unknown feelings start to conjure inside me. Confused I was, for I did not understand what they meant.

"Is something bothering you Ky?" 

"Huh? Oh, I just had this weird feeling...I guess I'm just not used to being around you like this. Again." Alen gave me a smile and kissed me gently. 

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After dropping me home, I silently slipped into my room, using as many parkour moves as I could, before my parents scolded me off to-

"UH-HUH, come here Kylie Lorraine Robinson."

Shit. Not again.

"Look, mom, I-I can explain-"

"Explain not, my child, but be grounded you shall."

Since when did my mom turn into Yoda?!?

I rolled my eyes and continue up the stairs into my bedroom. I turned on my lamp and the tiny christmas lights that surrounded my bed and my balcony door. After getting into my comfy old Karate sweater and sweatpants, I opened my balcony door and climbed to the rooftop.

"Fancy seeing you up here again." I say smirking at Dylan.

"Same to you. Oh, but, I couldn't help but overhear mom grounded you with a Yoda accent?" I rolled my eyes once more, pretending like I didn't just hear that.

"What? It's not like YOU'VE never been grounded for coming home late." I say as I find my spot next to Dylan on the roof.

"Look, all I'm saying is that you can't continue these bad habits Kylie. This is like your 5th time coming home late this week? And all those times were with Alen..." I looked at him angrily. I knew he was right, but I knew he was also trying to twist my brain into rethinking this whole Alen situation.

"Dyl, me and Alen have been going out for almost two weeks now. I've given him two weeks and guess what? He hasn't fucked up yet. "

"That's great, I applaud him. But right now I'm talking about you."

"Dylan we've been over this-"

"But you're not listening." I gave out a loud shrug and sat on the rooftop with my hands crossed.

"From big brother to little sister, I don't want to argue again, just don't do what I did when I was your age." 

"Roger that, homie." 

I couldn't help but think about his situation. 

When Dylan was my age, he was on the Football team. Crazy, right? I mean this guy? C'mon. Anyways, he was like any other jock; had a cheerleader girlfriend, was invited to all the parties, was on of the cool kids. But inside he was just bottled up with emotions that he couldn't pour out to people. He lost his way and ended up turning the wrong direction. I remember one night, I was probably about 7, him coming home with blood-shot eyes and smelling like waaaay too much alcohol. I was 7, I just thought he came home from practice. Really, really late. He was like that for 2 months until mom and dad caught him in the garage sniffing. I remember having to pick him up at rehab for another 3 months after that. Every time I replay those moments, I remind myself not to do what he did. 

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A/N: 

Whoops. Sorry, never finished this, but here is the unseen Chapter 16 for you hehe XD

Thank you to all those who read this and kept with it. Good bye forever <3333333

Xoxoxoxo,

K8