The atmosphere upon reaching home was more tense and vile than the one Niall had to survive throughout the days in the trip. He had decided to just pack his bags and leave before everyone else, clearly Liam's answer was confusing enough and the look in the bulky brunette's eye hinted that the topic was not up for discussion. And usually, Niall wouldn't care. He would just leave it be if Liam didn't want to talk about something but this seemed way too serious and Niall was sure things weren't going to go his way for a very long time.
"I'm home." He called out, frowning when there was no response. It was already close to twelve, the time when everyone should be up and about, especially his mother. Maura liked getting up early, a bit too much maybe but Niall still found it an adorable habit. Though he was glad he never inherited it from her. "Mum? Dad?" He shouted from the corridors, rolling his eyes when no response came his way.
Slumping his bags on the floor, he walked down the corridors, feeling grateful that the windows were open and bright sunlight was flooding inside the house. It was a small and cosy one, and Niall would have definitely loved it if this place didn't hold too many bad memories. Like of all the times his parents would just argue and scream and argue some more. It made him shiver in remembrance of all those nights when they were lock themselves in a room and just shout incoherent things and then Maura would come out crying and Bobby would look just so heartbroken that even Niall didn't think he would be able to help with the situation. Even if he tried. Even if he wanted to.
He quickly knocked on his parent's bedroom, decided to just open it once nobody answered after five rapid knocks on the door. Surprisingly, even the bedroom was empty and really, Niall could feel his own temper rising. His parents weren't ones to leave the house unattended like that. There was always one person home. As a rule in fact. Or they would especially call Greg to pay attention to the poor house and Niall didn't know why he was never left alone either. Always under someone's supervision.
Deciding to check the hall room, the blonde sighed to himself, feeling a bit too mentally and emotionally drained to be doing all this hunting. He just wanted his mother's especially cooked food to eat and then the comfort of his bed while his father asked him a million questions about the trip. Questions that weren't always even related to the topic.
Thankfully though, the light in the hall room was on and on the sofa, he could see the blonde head of his mother and the sight of his father on the chair right in front of his eyes. Bobby quickly lifted his head upon sensing Niall's footsteps and gave a large frown to the teenager,making the boy wonder what he had done wrong.
"How are you here?" The oldest Horan whispered, his voice trembling a little and his hands shaking as he got up, pushing the chair back and taking brisk steps towards where Niall stood, confused and dazed. "How can you be here?" Bobby whispered once again, and from the corner of his eyes, Niall could see his mum's eyes watering as well. And he was too confused and too exhausted to figure out what was happening. It was as if everyone in his life had decided to act like complete weirdos.
"What's wrong dad?" The boy asked cautiously, cocking his head to the side as he waited for his father to respond and when no reply came his way, he turned his attention towards Maura, in the hopes that at least his mother would answer him considering all his father seemed to be doing was choking back on a sob.
"Do you remember when you were five and this new family had moved in right next door to us?" Maura whispered, keeping her voice low and soft, not wanting to startle Bobby but Niall had to know. He deserved to know. It was his life after all, and his choices, reckless ones that really could've been avoided.
"Yes. I remember they had a kid my age." And I remember getting fucked by him just recently, his conscious spoke out and the blonde had to shake his head away to get rid of the voice.
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Niall Defence Squad |Narry/Ziall/Nouis/Niam|
FanfictionIn a world filled with perverts, Niall loves to wear skirts.