Unsaid (Niall Fanfiction)

Chapter 7.

Chapter 7

" Hello! Come in, come in! " Grace's mum is always so happy. She opens her arms to Niall, I could tell her eyes brightning up while looking at us three. 

" You've all grown up so much in the last couple of months!" She pulls us three for a hug.

 We used to spend our days at Grace's. We used to study at exams season, watch movies all day long when we didin't have to study. All four of us. I think about those times a lot. They were the best of my life. I remember the parties, the dramas, getting drunk, being happy and regretting nothing at all.

  After that we all went to university, in Cambridge. We were lucky we all got accepted. I'm taking Medicine , Grace and Harry are taking English, and Niall is taking Engineering. The college is huge and in my opinion, it's up to everyone's expectations. It's great. We have to stay in the campus itself during the whole trimester. We can go out obviously but we're suposed to live there.

  We're currently in the Christmas break, so we came back to our home town, Holmes Chapel. After gaining a scholarship, Harry and I moved to the university campus. Grace got in too, even though it’s expensive as hell. Niall, well now I know how Niall affords to pay the tution fees.

  Grace was always really attached to her mom, in part because of her dad’s abcsense. He left them when Grace was 8. It was hard for her to leave her mom and start a new life 160 miles away, and I experienced her home-sickness too many times to think she’s fine about this subject.

  I didn’t left anything behind, really. The closest person would be my aunt in paper, but c’mon, she can’t even be sober for a week. So I never had a homesick phase, like Grace did. I had to put up with her in the last few coulpe of weeks before we all come back home, she was thrilled to be with her mom again. They have a beautiful relationship, it gets me everytime I see them together, maybe because I was like that with my mom too.

  “ Phoebe, you’re so different! You... Oh honey.” She seems so sad, so nostalgic when she turns to me. She pulls me to a hug and I can feel a slight bump in her chest. Was she crying? No. No. Not again.

My parents. They’re dead. Don’t cry. Hold yourself, Phoebe.

  She lets me go and her eyes are red. She is more upset about this than me. If I was her I would be too. She’s always been like a second mom to me and I think if I had a “responsability” with a kid since she was 5 or something, I would feel a big pain by seeing her strugling. She knows I am, Grace’s mom knows how I feel. And she is pitting me. I can’t accept that. Something I’ve been hating since my parents pasted away is everyone’s look, pity looks.

  “ It’s fine. “ I smile, in part to comnfortate her , in part not to cry.

  “ They would be really proud, you know ?” She says and I try to hold the tears. Not succesfuly. A lonely one rolls down my cheek and I panick when I realize Harry and Niall are still with us. I quickly jerk my tear away, so the situation doesn’t get worse. My eyes cross Niall’s, and I can see his regret. I can see his eyes getting read too. Oh great, he destroys my life and then he cries.