Normal is boring.

"I've already eaten five of them so they're completely safe."

~Elizabeth's POV~

Since I've been hiding in my room for far too long, I decide that it's time for me to actually eat something.

Because I'm still starving.

And I hate it.

So I walk down the stairs, still quite in shock because of the kiss, and almost immediately, I breathe in the air of pancakes.

Sweet breakfast, my favorite.

And then, it dawns to me.

Niall made breakfast.

I wish I could find it cute, but after that kiss, I don't seem to function really well. So when I walk into the kitchen, at first I don't know exactly what to say. And Niall senses that, because he's the one starting the conversation.

"Hi there," He says, not looking up from the large plate of food set in front of him.

"Hey," I answer. He's acting so cool about everything that it's not even funny. Like, seriously. I've cut myself, and he seems oblivious about that -he still needs to put a bandage on my wrist, by the way-, he's kissed me on the cheek, he acts like nothing's happened.

Suddenly, he rises up from his seat, going to the stove and taking a pancake from the stack of them.

"Here you go," he says, giving me the plate.

"You made this?" I ask warily.

"Yup. Don't worry, though, I've already eaten five of them, so they're completely safe." I snicker at his words, but mostly at his expression. He looks so proud of himself, and it's inhumanely cute.

"Okay." I walk to the table and quickly grab a knife from the counter top.

"How did you sleep?" Niall asks me as I go to sit down next to him.

"Eh... Good, I guess..." I tell him. I don't need to look up to know that he's looking at me, giving me goosebumps.

"That's good," he says. "I need to get to Luke's shop today at three, and he asked me if I could take you with me, I think so he can keep an eye on you, you know."

"Oh, okay." I say, silently eating my pancake. It tastes really good, but my stomach is going crazy and I feel really sick. I don't want to be rude and just run away to the toilet, so I just keep seated and poke my food around the plate.

"What's wrong?" Niall asks me when he notices that I haven't eaten anything for a while.

"Nothing," I breathe out. Talking causes my nose to open and to let all the overwhelming scents fill my nostrils, sending me over the edge.

"God. I'm so sorry, just -" before I can even complete my sentence, I've already run off to the toilet, spilling all of my stomach's contents into the toilet.

This should be in the book of awkward breakfast situations.

***********

After I'm done spilling my guts out in the toilet bowl, Niall comes barging in, almost knocking down the door as he goes.

"Liz! You alright?" He practically yells into my ear as he crouches down to my level and turns my head to look at him.

Since I was little, I've always done something I was very ashamed of after I'm done vomiting. I cry.

Like a little baby, that is.

Those tears then remind me of something I'm never going to forget in my entire life.

~Flashback~

I was playing with my Barbie dolls outside of my house, on the porch, when I suddenly heard screaming coming from inside.

Being only 5, I didn't exactly know what was going on, because everything had always been sunshine and roses at my house.

I ran inside, looking for the place where the screaming came from.

Searching through the entire house, I found the place where it came from quite quick, the place being the kitchen.

Both of my parents were yelling things at each other -things I wasn't allowed to hear yet, nor repeat- and suddenly, my mother was all over my father.

She pushed him into the ground while he kept insulting her, trashing his arms around. They hadn't noticed yet that I was crying not even a meter away from them.

"You dick!" Mommy yelled at Daddy punching his nose. "How dare you talk to me like that?"

"You filthy whore! You broke my nose!" Daddy retorted, trying to push my mother away from him, but little did he know she'd taken box lessons the entire year.

"Oh, please, I barely touched it!"

"You're sick, you know that?" Dad asked my mother. Mommy only laughed.

"You're dead," she muttered, and then she got up, off of Dad, leaving the room. Still not noticing me.

Dad was holding his nose, blood oozing out of it. That nauseous feeling came, right when he looked my way, as if to say that I should leave him alone.

The sight of the blood everywhere makes me sick. So I ran to the toilet, and spilled out my guts.

And I cried even more, because I realize that my parents won't ever be the same, and they won't love each other like they used to.

~End of flashback~

I'm so ashamed of myself, crying in front of Niall, so I push him away, and dry my tears.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, rubbing my back.

Wait, what?

"No, I'm sorry, it's not like I didn't like the food, it's just..." I don't even know how to describe the feeling. "Something that happens easily."

"You know you can talk to me, right?"

No, I don't.

"Yeah."

"And you know you can trust me?"

Hun, I haven't trusted anyone since shit got nasty between my parents, except Luke.

"Yeah." I repeat. Liar.

"Then tell me."

"I can't."

"You don't want to, there's a difference." He's still rubbing my back soothingly, trying to make everything better with hand gestures, while he's only making things worse. His hospitality, his kindness,... He's just too much for me to handle right now. The craving of the knife comes back and all I want to do at the moment is cut.

"Stop thinking about it." Niall's voice interrupts my thoughts.

How does he know what I was thinking about?

"You were scratching your arm, now please, tell me."

Oh. I look down and see he was right. I was scratching my arm, and I've scratched open a cut.

"Niall, I don't..."

"You don't trust me yet, that's alright. You will. I'm not leaving you, you'll learn to trust me."

"Thank you." It's barely more than a whisper, but he hears anyway. He smiles gratefully and takes my hand.

"Now, go brush your teeth, I'll be waiting for ya, and when you're ready I'll fix your arm, how does that sound?"

"That sounds wonderful." I say and I smile up at him as he pulls me up.

"Come on"

And suddenly, my whole world became a lot brighter.