Living hell

10.|| He's still cute though.

Ellyz's p.o.v

Before they could say anything I stood up and he recognized me. We ran towards eachother and he held me in his arms as I closed my eyes. "I missed you so much, Lyzzie." He whispered. After a moment he let me go and looked at who was with me on the table and locked eyes with Victoria.

"Hey? You're the Taco Bell girl, Victoria, right? You're friends with Ellyz? That's crazy what the fuck?" He exclaimed.

"I feel offended thank you." I said with a blank expression.

"No- I- I didn't mean I thought you had no friends or anything-" "I was just kidding, Miki." I cut him off laughing. Miki, short for Miguel. His mom always used to call him that, I remember.

"Right, and who's this?" He pointed at Niall.

"Hi, I'm Niall." He said while blushing furiously.

"Awe, you're adorable. Also, as red as a tomato that's on fire." He continued talking to Niall.

"What the fuck, Ellyz? He's your cousin?" Victoria whisper-shouted.

"It's complicated, I'll explain it all later. But that doesn't mean you can date him. Hands off."

"I didn't want to anyway, not with your cousin." She shuddered at the thought of it. "He's still cute though."

* * * * * * * *

When I came home me and Victoria hung out for a bit at my place. Untill her dad called her to go and eat around 7 o'clock. I clicked on the home button of my iPhone and saw that it was now 11:48. I've been browsing tumblr for 4 hours instead of doing homework, again. Well, I guess it's to late to do it now. What a shame.

I stood up and walked over to my window seat. I grabbed a pillow and put my arms around it. It was pitch black outside, all that could be seen were the stars. It was raining hard, raindrops crashing from the sky onto the ground.

Suddenly I hear someone knocking the door downstairs. Who would be so stupid to go outside this late with this weather? No one was home so I had to go get it.

I passed my parents room and thought it would be a good idea to grab my dads old baseball bat for protection in case it was a pedofile or something.

I unlocked the door and opended it. And I was schocked at what I saw.

It was Miguel, clothes drained from the rain, bloodshot eyes, as if he'd been crying. His hair was all over the place. A backpack over his slightly slumped shoulders. His clothes were ripped and dirty.

"Can I come in? Please?" He said. His voice sounded so broken and fragile.

I didn't say anything, I had no words. I was completely off guard by what was happening that I forgot how to talk for a second. Instead I just stepped aside and opened the door far enough for him to enter.

-

"Do you want to talk about it?" I said as I placed a cup of hot chocolate in front of him on the other side of the kitchen island.

After he came in we had exchanged only a few words to eachother. But it wasn't awkward at all. I knew something bad happened, but I didn't want to talk about it if he didn't want to. I just wanted him to feel comfortable. So I offered him to shower and he kindly took the offer. In the time he was downstairs in the clean clothes that he brought in his backpack, I had made us hot drinks and opened a bag of marshmallows.