Silence (Niall Horan)

Chapter 7

I get into Harry's car and begin to process what just happened. I don't understand what cause Zayn to do that.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess."

"That was pretty crazy." he laughs.

I don't understand why he finds this funny. I literally thought Zayn was going to kill him.

"Why did he do that?"

"What?"

"Why did Zayn attack Niall?"

"I honestly have no idea. I've never seen Zayn do that. Especially to his best friend. He's never fought before. Trust me, I'm as confused as you are."

He pulls into my driveway and I instantly get out. I hear his boots behind me and I turn to him.

"Well, thank you for bringing me home." I mumble.

"Ur, yeah. No problem." he says as he walks away.

"Oh and Harry, please let me know if you find out anything."

He nods and gets in his car. I walk towards the door and notice it slightly open. I open it up completely and grab a candle holder from the piano. I slowly move up stairs and notice Diana's door open. Someone is heading towards the hall from the room and I begin to panic. Just as I'm about to attack, I notice Diana walk out of her room.

"What the hell Becca! What are you doing?" she screams.

"Oh jesus. You scared me! What are you doing here? Don't you have school for another hour?"

"I ditched. I can't stand my last period teacher. And don't you have like two hours left?" she walks back to her room.

"You can't run away from her forever." I follow her into her room.

"Well, only half a semester." she laughs.

"How has your first week as a freshman been going?"

"Good... I guess." she fake smiles. "How about your first week as a senior?"

"Good... I guess." Mocking her.

We laugh and sit in her bed. Her eyes are focused on her Vogue and Elle posters. Her wall is covered from floor to sealing of beautiful and thin, too thin models. She has always had this obsession over fashion magazines. She always says that if she is not a publicist for them, she will be a model.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing."

I take her hands in mine and move in closer.

"Tell me."

"All my friends have boyfriends. I don't just mean here but back home too. I see how they are so happy and I want to be that happy too." Her eyes are watery.

"You don't need a boy to be happy. You don't need anyone but yourself. Look at me, I don't have a boyfriend and I'm pretty happy right?" I smile at her. "My point is, do what you love. That's the clue to happiness. See these photos? That could be you one day. I obviously don't want you that thin, but you are just as beautiful as they are. Maybe even more. Babe, you're a freshman. Trust me, you will have plenty of time too find a boy. And when the time comes, you will understand why it didn't happen earlier."

She smiles and beings to cry. I move in closer and hug her. She pulls away and looks into my eyes. I have only seen her cry a few times. I can't stand to see her this way. I know I will have to get ready again for when my mother and father tell her about their divorce.