November // n.h

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It wasn’t bright outside when I managed to wake up and notice, that the thunder had passed. It was around two in the morning and it took me a while to remember where I actually slept. I sat up and took a look around me to notice that I have been sleeping on the bed, instead of the couch, which shocked me a little.

The blond was nowhere to be seen. I got up and as quickly as possible, moved towards the small living room sort of thing, where the couch was. Right there, I noticed how Niall was sleeping on the couch, cuddling onto the pillow. My cheeks started to burn because he must have carried me to the bed. As weird as it sounds, it was the most realistic thing on my mind right then.

I turned around and looked for my shoes. When I finally found them, I left the room as quietly as possible and walked back home. That’s where I am right now, on my way back home. Back to where my parents are going to kill me. They are going to ground me forever and the worst part in that is that I am nineteen. But apparently it’s all because I live under their roof and I have to listen to them properly till I move out.

But I guess they want the best for me, although grounding me is not going to help at all. I am nineteen after all and being grounded at this age is a little strange. I take my shoes off, look for my keys and when I finally find them, I open the doors quietly.

The whole house fast asleep and I am only praying to God that I won’t do something stupid and wake them up. I can be pretty clumsy. I lock the doors behind me and place the shoes on the floor, rather carefully. There was really no point of waking my parents up at this time, plus, I had school.

I get to my bedroom and close the doors right behind me. Letting out a deep breath that I had no idea I was holding. I take off the jumper and place it on my chair. I take my pyjamas to change quickly and wash my face. Who would have thought, that I would be sneaking into my own house after I fell asleep in Niall’s motel room. Yes, sounds rather weird.

And I was supposed to keep away from him. I was supposed to ignore his texts, ignore the fact that no matter where I went he seemed to be there. Ignore the fact, that since he appeared in Old Grimsby, my nightmares stopped coming.

It seems rather ridiculous to think that Niall is connected with my nightmares, I know, but how can he be connected? I just met him. Plus, he doesn’t know about my past, he has no idea what happened and he won’t find out because I won’t tell him. No one will tell him because they don’t like to talk about that.

But why is he even on my mind? He clearly shouldn’t be there. I should be worried about how I am going to explain myself to my parents. Am I even going to fall asleep again? I have school in a couple of hours and from what I remember, geography is my first lesson.

Oh boy, I am surely going to sleep during that lesson. My teachers voice ever so slowly is going to help me out and let me drift off to sleep. He has this kind of voice that you can record and then when you have problems with sleeping, just play that tape and it will hush you to sleep.

I leave the bathroom, close the door while turning the lights off and walk to my room. Beside the bathroom doors, there’s my parents room. From what I can hear, my dad is snoring as my mum sleeps quietly, lovely. I might not get caught just yet.

I jump under my duvet and hug the pillow ever so tightly. I have always slept like this, hugging the pillow like it’s going to hug me back. And that’s what I missed, hugs that were often needed. But who could I ask? Nina is a girl, but I need a guy hug. That reassuring one.

I shut my eyes, preventing the tears from falling. It really is time to sleep, for me. A little bit of relax is what I need, what I want and now, that my nightmares are gone, I am less afraid of waking up with dried out tears on my cheeks. It almost seems like my mind has finally calmed down and adjusted with that memory because everything that I have had a nightmare of, had happened.