Oblivious

Chapter Eight- Goats & Princesses

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Also... remember that this recap is in Niall's POV, but the chapter is in Brooke's POV :)

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~Recap~

"If you want to know what happened to her, look at what she wrote. People put everything in writing. They just put it in code. But, it's still in there. Just look at it again."

"Yeah," I replied, thinking about what she wrote as I looked down at her.

"Go to bed Ni. She'll still be here in the morning. She's not just gonna disappear."

"Night Liam."

"Night."

Liam's footsteps slowly faded away and I looked back down at Brooke. 

I'm in a clique but I want out

It's not the same as when I was punched

In the old days there was enough

The card games and ease with the bitter salt of blood

I was in, but I want out

My mother's love is choking me

I'm sick of words that hang above my head:

"What about the kid?"

It's time the kid got free

I sang softly, still looking at Brooke who had curled into fetal position, the blanket tight in her fists.

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Brooke's POV

My eyes started to slowly drift apart until a ray of sunshine gaped through, stinging. I lifted my shoulders up, and gazed out the window. My mind was still foggy and I hadn't begun to really wake up yet. 

Unlike the usual, bullshit story of a girl waking up in a strange place that she had only known for 12 hours, and all that shit, I actually was quite pleased as to where I was. 

I remember what happened last night, even though everyone thought that I was asleep. 

Actually, I was asleep... until I woke up about 45-ish minutes later. I woke up when Niall scooped me up in his arms. I actually decided to get a bit of worry out of him, so I starting fidgeting and squirming around. I could tell that he was freaking out a bit inside because he tensed up and got "all manly," or whatever boys do. For one, I could tell that he didn't want me to wake up, and for two, he didn't want me to freak out that he was holding me. I really didn't care that he was holding me... Like, so what?

I was actually pretty pleased with myself. Liam had-on Niall's request-set out some cushions on the floor, even though I would have been totally fine on the couch. 

The next part kind of got me though...

Niall asked "what happened to her?"

Like what the hell was that about? What does he mean, "what happened" to me?

Last I checked, nothing really severe happened to me...

But then I understood what he was really referring to... the song.