adolescent. ≫ niall horan au

Chapter 11.

It's been a while, and Niall hasn't come out if his room. I'm slightly starting to get scared, that he's not here or he has fallen into a sleep-directed coma, so I knock on his door.

"Niall? Are you in there? Wake up..." I talked, knocking on the door. I opened it and walked in, only to find no one, and a note. It said:

Flo, I'm out, and if I'm not home soon, know that there's things you can do. There's food in the fridge; the first aid kit is in the bathroom cabinet, and my number is on the bottom of this note.

Take care, I'll be home soon,

Niall xx

xxx-xxx-xxxx

I stroked the note in my hand and dashed to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I cooked eggs and bacon alone, for the first time.

All alone.

It didn't phase me, really, it's been like this since......forever. But what I hate is that it has stayed like this, with no change whatsoever, with an empty feeling in my chest. Like something is missing. And it's really irritating. It's not fair that I haven't had a father figure, or ever been obsessed with boys, or have done things that normal girls do.

Like..like....paint my nails, or do my makeup, or wear a dress, or do my hair, or smile, or have a boyfriend.

Yeah, a boyfriend. I've always wanted to feel some type of 'love'.
I heard the click, tumble and twist of the door lock. In came Niall.

"I see you've made breakfast." He said.

"I see that you were gone. What's up with that?" I inquired.

"I had to do some....things." He scratched the back of his head nervously.

"You're answer is empty.." I sing-songed. "I don't like that, really. Just tell me; you were out, drinki-"

"How would you know?" He raised his voice at me.

Look, I know that I can get a little sassy, but he shouldn't be raising his voice at me. It was just a theory. I mean, not really an estimated guess, more like I know.

"I'm going to take a shot in the dark at this; first of all, you're wearing sunglasses inside, and due to your common sense that I have studied, you should've taken them off by now. secondly, you wreak of alcohol, I'm sensing..mm...beer? Of course it's beer...I can smell you from here." He was still standing at the door, 20 feet from the couch. He guiltily bit his lip. "And lastly, your Irish, so you wouldn't pass up a good beer and a good time."

"Yo-you know too much, and it's weird.." He slurred, slightly worried.

I smirked.

"Because I'm God."

"Florence, I'm not pissed drunk, I know you're not God." I cursed. "I just had a few drinks, that's all."

I nodded. "Duly noted."

He slumped beside me on the couch. "Sorry I wasn't back in time. Anything happen?"

"No."

Sometimes I feel and sense the ideas that I shouldn't know, and I feel as if he's hiding something that involves me. Right then, his way to me was completely out of point.

"Niall James..." I started, grabbing his attention.

"What is it Florence Azalea?" I sighed.

"Are you hiding something from me? I feel as if you have something you can't tell me."