Hey, I Know You (One Direction)

Chapter 9

Niall's P.O.V.

Woah.

That's it?

Why would your father not tell you where her grave was?

I thought all of these things as I continued to read Caelie's notebook, which was barely filled. She remembers only the very basic information about her mum; that her hair was some shade of blonde, and that she has an angelic voice. Literally. That's all she knows. She said (or wrote, however you look at it) how she wishes her mum could have been there for her, been alive, to see her grow up, to help her throughout all of her tough times during her childhood and teenage years. She wishes she could have had a role model to talk to or look up to. ''I have Aves and Dad, but I just need someone with experience and advice.. but I don't think that I should be complaining. There are probably millions of people out there in the world that need so much more than me, that need more than a mum..all of the terrible things that happen in the world, and to think that I'm complaining. Wow.'' she wrote in neat handwriting.

She also recorded that her father won't tell her where her mother's grave is for some reason, her dad wouldn't say. Poor thing. Most of the pages that she wrote on, I've noticed, is stained with dried tears. There are remainders of tear drops on the pages that show how deep she feels for her mum and people all over the world. I understand her, though. My mum won't tell me where my dad's grave is, because she said that it brings back too many memories. I don't even know how my father died, but it's like I never had a father at all, since my mum broke down every time I mentioned him. I don't even know his name, but I wonder if Caelie's dad told her what her mother's name was, at least. All she ever said in her notebook about her dad was that "He didn't like talking about my mum's death, and whenever i even attempted to try and push it, he just changes the subject." We have a lot in common, me and Caelie. But if I mention that I was snooping around her notebook without her permission, I have a feeling that she'll kill me, since this is obviously a touchy subject for her. I never really minded not having a dad, but sometimes I have these tiny emotional breakdowns in my mind when I realize that almost everyone I know has a dad to look up to and play catch with, and i don't. I agree with Caelie, too, it's just that...something about not having a dad and her not having a mum makes me feel sad and all weird, it's like we really did meet when we were little. I feel a..connection, sort of? Towards Caelie and Avery. Maybe they went to Mullingar together? Maybe when I went to the park, I accidentally bumped one of them to the ground? Maybe we were best friends..

A loud groan shook me from my escalating thoughts. I quickly closed the notebook, put it under my pillow, locked my phone (which was my source of light to read), and pretended to sleep. Since Louis was sleeping on the floor a few feet away from me, I guess he woke up from one of my movements or something. I heard the rustling of the blankets, then light footsteps and the slight creak and breeze of the door opening. When I heard the door gently shut and a set of faint footsteps retreating from the door, I let out a sigh of relief that Louis didn't catch me. Not that he would tell anyone, he would just hold it against me or something like that. I took my phone out from somewhere under the blankets, and unlocked it to read the time: 4:30 A.M. Wow, so I've been reading for about an hour and a half. That's nice. I didn't realize how tired I was until I actually closed my eyes, and tried very hard to open them again. It took a lot of energy, which I didn't really have at the moment. I stopped trying to open my eyes and just let myself give way to sleep.

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*10:00 A.M.*

I woke up to the smell of food being cooked downstairs, and it smelled good. I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted to the brightness of the room. The window was right above my head, and let in quite a bit of light. I rubbed at my eyes to clear the bleariness that usually comes after sleep. I got up from the floor, and started stretching my arms and legs out. I actually had a pretty good sleep, considering that I slept on the floor and that I technically slept at 4:30. When I was done stretching, I looked around the room, and saw what else was in Caelie's room that I hadn't noticed before. I smiled to myself when I saw that her walls were covered in posters of us. I looked over to Zayn and Louis' makeshift beds, and found that  they were still fast asleep. How could you stay asleep with this amount of sun shining in your face? I thought, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged and walked to the bedroom door. I slowly pulled it open, then closed it to prevent waking up anyone else still sleeping. I stalked my way to their kitchen, already getting lost, even though the apartment isn't all that big. It's normal-sized, and cozy. I nodded in approval to Avery and Caelie's apartment, I think it suits their personalities really well. While I was looking around, admiring the place, I hadn't noticed that I had already passed the kitchen. I sighed, and opened the door to that heavenly room.