Silence (Niall Horan)

Chapter 11

"But I don't understand. You went in there like 5 minutes ago. Why are we leaving?" Diana asks.

"I'm not in the mood okay." I pull her out of the building.

"Did you guys get in a fight?"

I stop and turn to look at her. Her arms and crossed and eyebrow is raised.

"Look. I just don't want to be here. I shouldn't be here so quiet with your little attitude and lets go home."

"Shouldn't be here?" she doesn't move.

"Can you please get in the car. I'm not going to argue with you."

She rolls her eyes and gets inside. I start the engine and turn the music on high to avoid any conversation with her.

"Did he hurt you? Because you spent a lot of money on that dress and shoes." she turns down the volume.

"No. Not him."

"Not him?" she frowns.

"This boy from school. He um...." I sigh. "It's complicated."

"I have enough time." she smiles.

I decide to tell her everything but leave out the whole intimate moment with Niall out. She listens and doesn't give her opinion until we get home.

"I understand this guy's point of view. If I saw you in the street like that with your teacher, I would think that too. But I would know you better than that. You aren't that type of girl. I would let you talk unlike him." She hugs me before we walk into the house.

My mom is in the kitchen and she's cooking dinner.

"You guys are home early! I thought I would have to hunt you guys down." She laughs.

Diana and I look at each other. Just this afternoon she was basically dead. Now, she's nicely dressed and her face is full of makeup.

"I made dinner. If you all want to change and come down, we can all eat."

I nod and head to the stairs. My room is colder than the house so I decide to change into sweats and a sweater.

"Were those Chanel shoes?" My mother asks as I take my seat.

"Ur yeah."

"They're lovely. They must have cost a fortune."

I nod my head and look down at my plate. My mother never cooks. It's either Diana or I who make food.

"And your dress? What designer was it?"

"I have no idea. I wasn't paying attention."

There's something up with her. She just doesn't change like that. In what, 4 hours?

I stare at my plate and don't even touch anything on it. I can't stop thinking about tonight. It was supposed to be a nice extra-credit time with my teacher. I ended up spending $650 dollars in one night that was all thrown away.

"I'm going to head up stairs."

"You haven't even touched your plate." My mother looks at me.

"I'm not hungry. Good night."

"Is everything alright?" She places her hand on top of mine.

"My father is gone and I'm being accused of sleeping with my teacher. So no, nothing is alright." I pull my hand from under hers.

I go upstairs and throw myself on my bed. I want to cry. Mainly because Niall will think that I'm sleeping with my teacher and the other part because my teacher might loose his job. And too sum it all up, I lost my father just yesterday.

My phones goes off and I read Niall's name on the screen. Did Zayn tell him already?

"Hello?"

"Did I wake you?"

"No. I have already been up for an hour." I lie.

"Oh well I was thinking we could do something today. I'll pick you up."

"Uh, sure. What time?"

"I'll pick you up at three."

I hang up and notice it's already twelve. I groan and roll out of bed. I take a very long shower and go down for breakfast.

"Look who's up." Diana laughs.

I grab a bowl and pour myself some cereal and go back up stairs.

Once I'm done, I have no idea what to wear. I don't even know where we are going.

* where are we going?* I text Niall.

* it's a surprise.*

* but i need to know. i have no idea what to wear. *

* just wear jeans and a sweater :) *

I walk over to my closet and pull out my white sweater and my navy blue jeans. I curl my hair with my wand and brush through it after I'm finished.

As soon as I pick up my phone the doorbell rings. I head down stairs and see Niall at standing by the door. He is wearing black jeans, a white t-shirt with a jean jacket and a beanie.

"Honey, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend." My mother turns to me.

"Uh, yeah. This is Niall. Niall this is my mother."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Martinez." he shakes her hand.

"Oh please. Call me Isabella!"

"Isabella." Niall repeats.

"Where are you from?"

"Uh Ireland."

"You got yourself an Irish boy." my mother says in an Irish accent.

"Anyways, ready?" I ask Niall.

"Whenever you're ready."

He walks me to his car and opens the door for me. Has Zayn told him? It sure doesn't seem like it.

"So are you telling me where we are going?" I ask after ten minutes of silence.

"Ice skating." he smiles.

I bite my bottom lip and look out the window. He sets his hand on my thigh and squeezes it.

"Is everything alright?"

"Can we talk after?"

"Yeah." He smiles.

We walk inside and my stomach begins to feel sick. I have never been ice skating before and I'm not up for the embarrassment of falling on my face.

Niall gives the lady out shoe sizes and guides me to sit on a bench.

"I've never done this before."

"What?" He looks up as he ties his skates.

"Ice skated." I play with my fingers.

"I'll teach you. Maybe we can get lucky and you'll fall on top of me like in the movies." he smiles.

I can't hold this in any longer. It's killing me to lie to him.

"Look. Yesterday, I went down town to a book signing with..."

"Niall." Oh no.

"Hey Zayn." Niall grabs my hand.

"I'm not sure you should be doing that." he points at our hands.

"Why not? She's my girlfriend."

"Well you girlfriend is cheating on you."

Niall looks up at me. His expression is blank.

"I'll leave you two to talk."