Moran & Horan

1. Moran and Horan

*Layla*

"Oh come on! Niall, I just want a change of scenery! Especially after the last year we've had." I argued.

"Layla, you're 15! You don't need to go to California alone." He retorted and I huffed.

"I'll be 16 so soon! You're a singer, you're gone all the time! I can't stay with you. And Mom and Dad... you, of all people know why I can't stay with them! I want to get out and don't say that you didn't want to because I know you did."

I can't believe he's even asking why I want to run after the years we spent stuck under the same roof as our father.

"Of course I did, But I didn't. I stayed for you... so that I could raise you and keep you on the right track! And after all those years, you still went behind my back and arranged to live with Trevor Moran and his family. What happened to always talking things out before making rash decisions?" He retorted, quickly.

"Oh like the rash decisions you made when you went and auditioned for the X Factor? And left me alone to fend for myself against our drunken father?" I snapped. "Look, Niall. I know you're worried about letting me go, but I won't be a child forever. You know the Morans, and you know that they won't let anything bad happen to me." 

"Next time, Layla, please talk to me before you go setting things up behind my back. And promise me that nothing will happen between you and Trevor." He smiled, softly. I could tell he was still disappointed that I wanted to leave him, but with everything with his band.. I know it's easier for him to not have to look after me. 

"I promise Niall. Nothing will happen between Trevor and I. He's my best friend." I gave him  hug before whispering in his ear "I have to be at the airport in 5 hours." 

He let out an exasperated sign and rubbed his temples.

"Well, we better get to packing."