Caught Inbetween

I'm So Over It

     Liam walked away from me, back into the parlor while 'I mentally growled at him. Turdy asshole, walking away from me and shit. I was supposed to be grumbling to myself, apparently not-so-quitely. Can't pretend you don't love me. I glared at him from the doorway to the parlor, sitting down in front of the telly on the recliner.

     Don't have to pretend if its true. A smile crept onto his lips, making me scowl even more. Don't make permanant decisions on temporary feelings love. Shut up! No one was talking to you in the first place! I had had enough of Liam tonight who, quite frankly, was getting on my very last nerve. Young lady! Watch your attitude. Wonderful, Harry was getting on my case now too. Tell Liam not to be an asshole then! Liam smiled, anticipating what would happen next. My unavoidable breakdown. I had been skating on very thin ice with my brother lately. My rebellious side showing more and more often. Watch that language of yours young lady! You respect your elders. A mix between a growl, snarl and scream bubbled up from the deepest part of my being. The look on the boys faces was one of pure shock, I was completely and utterly done. The button had been pushed, the line crossed and the volcano had erupted. I didn't notice I was transforming until I was becoming smaller and larger at the same time. Now, I was a clear six feet on all fours. I turned and bounded up the stairs.

     I had willed my self to tranform again, grabbing a duffel bag from underneath my bed. By the time Niall started knocking at my door, I had almost all my stuff packed. I wasn't very girly, just a couple of fancy dresses for special occasions. I was more of a jean and t-shirt type of girl. Niall ended up picking the lok with a random key, and immediately tried to get any item that was in my hands. "Bri, stop. C'mon, hey, hey..." He had gotten a strong grip on my wrists with one of his large hands, the other on my lower back pressing me to him.

    I didn't know I was crying until my own sob scared the shit out of me, rocking my entire body. He had a small smile on his lips, simply looking at me with the most love I've ever been looked at, like it was totally normal. That's when I realized, it was for us. Looking at each other like that is something we did on a daily basis. I was still shaking, the occasional hiccup making me jump.

  "Where did you think you were gonna go Princess? You know I would never let you leave like that ." I looked away, sniffing and hoping my would be able to control my voice. "I have places...." He threw back his head and laughed, "Where? Ariana's? Caymie's? Jaimy's?" Those are the first places we would look." I gave him a shove, pressing my palm to his chest. He placed his hand over my own, looking down at our connection. "You wouldn't leave me, would you Princess?" He looked at me with such an emotion, there wasn't a word in the world that could describe it. It was a cross between sadness, hurt and him pleading with all his soul through his eyes. I slipped my hand out from under his, making hurt more evident in his eyes. The emotion gone once I placed my hand gently on his cheek. As he leaned into my palm I whispered, "I don't think I could bear without you. I'd have to drag you around with me forever." 

  He turned towards the door, only holding my hand. "C'mon Princess, I wanna show you something..." I followed him to his room for the week, he grabbed his guitar from behind his closet door and sat on his bed. I had stopped at the doorway, leaning against the frame. He patted his lap, signaling me to walk over and sit gently on his legs. He put the strap of the guitar over the both of us. I kept my hands in my lap as he balanced the guitar on my thighs. His arm straddled my own as he placed his delicate fingers on the strings and started to play a soft, slow tune. (He's playing Through The Dark acoustic version) 

     "I'd carry you over fire and water for your love.." He ended the song whispering the last line into my ear. My eyes were teary and he slipped the strap back over our heads. I waited until he placed the guitar on the floor so I could turn and sit on his lap bridal style. His arms fell securely around my waist and I have never felt so safe before. He sighed contentedly into my hair and let rest his chin on the top of my head. We heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I groaned. Could I not be alone with Niall for just one night? 

      He lifted me into his arms and layed me gently down on his bed. He opened the door and stepped outside. Leaving only a small gap between the door and the frame. I could barely hear my brothers voice whispering to Niall. "Where is she? Did she leave? I'm such an idiot, my mum is going to kill me..." A small smile crept its way to my face. my brother may be the alpha now, but that doesn't mean he's not a total momma's boy. "She's fine lad, she just wants to be alone for a bit." "Yeah, alone with Niall."  Of coarse Liam had to butt in. Little turd, I was about to go bonkers on his ass, at least crush his cheeto, I mean c'mon. I walked out of the door frame, peeking my head out first. "Hi.." My voice was a whisper, submission to my brother evident. My gaze was at his ankles not brave enough to look him in the eye. Harry approached me slowly, putting two fingers under my chin tilting my face to his. "You may be a brat, but you're still my sister, and Dad's little princess." My eyes watered yet again as my brother enveloped me in a hug. 

"I'm sorry for being so harsh with you, I just want the best for you. But if it helps, I give you permission to kick Liams arse." 

I smiled, oh how good it was to have my boys home.