Niall |DISCONTINUED|

9

Niall wandered around, checking the local shops for what he would need. He would have just rented a tuxedo had he been incapable of fashioning one all on his own. He found though, that it was best this way, the suits in the shops we stocky or itchy or looked great, but weren't his kind of material. Even still, with those issues he found that tailors all too often made mistakes, mistakes that he wouldn't make, he knew his body.

He ran his fingers over different fabrics; blues and greens, roses and pumpkins. What was his colour? He held the different hues to his own skin whilst gazing into the mirror. He liked the white, but what tie? He didn't want to look too off putting, maybe a white jacket and shirt, but black shoes, slacks and a black tie.

He had decided that he would appeal to his general senses and wear a monochromatic suit. He picked up more material than necessary and grabbed a nice pair of black dress shoes. He couldn't find himself making shoes, that was out of his range. He quickly paid for the material and left, careful to ignore Danielle and some other girls from his school who hadn't noticed him

He walked along the sidewalk, noticing how grey clouds were slowly rolling in and the sky was growling. He was glad that he had taken the bus, but also fearful, he hadn't realised that it was so late. The sun was starting to blow out like a clamped candle wick and the clouds were rolling in ever faster. The bus rolled up and Niall got on, tentative steps even as determination coursed through him. It was that fear though, that fear of who was on the bus and what Maura would do when he returned. and if the rumbles would turn to shouts and cackles.

The bus pulled off quickly and Niall looked around. There were no familiar faces and brought him a form of content that was bittersweet, no one to torture him, no one to hold him like Maura did every now and then. He ducked his head and rummaged through his bags, he felt that it was progress, progress toward being normal for once.

The bus pulled onto Berker street and Niall glanced out of the window. It was his stop, the sky was dark, the clouds were permeating the mass of the sky, the wind blew like a rush of adrenaline, it was humid and lightning flashed every now and again. He clasped his jacket, covering his body before he stepped out and into the front lawn of his home.

It was then, as the bus pulled off and he waited for it to pass him by that the lightning crackled, the thunder clapped and he looked up to find Maura, outside, expecting. He rushed, making his way over to her and keeping his jacked pinned closed.

"Where were you? I was worried sick. Come inside....come on." She question and commanded, tugging Niall along. She opened the front door to their home and continued on pulling Niall, only stopping to relieve herself of her waistcoat.

"I'm sorry I'm late Mama." He spoke, walking along with her, heading into the kitchen.

"Your supper's cold, I'm going to have to warm it up." She helped Niall out of his jacket and hung it along their rack. "I didn't know where you were...I didn't know." She admitted whilst Niall followed along.

"No Mama, I took a bus, up to main street. I brought some fabric for a suit." He reassured.

Maura seemed to contemplate his statement, turning on the kitchen range and pulling a plate from the oven. She fixed her hair and turned back on her son, looking him up and down, shaking her head at his exposed arms.

"You're immodest." Niall frowned and looked at her quite ridiculously. Maura shook her head and moved on. "You are not to go anywhere, but to school and back home. You know that." She chastised.

"Mama, before you say anything else, I've been invited to prom." He breathed.

Maura looked to the ceiling and clasped her hands together, legs trembling a slight. She couldn't believe it, he was a man, he was going off unauthorised, he had been asked to prom. She continued to look to the ceiling before exhaling and closing her eyes.