Not the Best Home (Narry)

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NIALL'S POV

I stood outside Dublin airport, smoking a fag to my mums dismay. "I'm going to miss you so much Niall." My mum said to me as I pulled the bud out of my mouth and blew out some smoke in her face. "Then why would you send me away like that? Ya know I'm not gonna change I'll come back the same." I was determined that I will, nobody can change me and tell me what to fucking do.

"Niall you don't know the outcome." My mum smiled to me, I saw Chris's car pull up and he walked up to me; my mum rolled her eyes at him.

"I brought you some stuff." He whispered giving me a red backpack which was heavy and had alcohol and weed in it.

"Thanks." I pecked his lips then took my fag back in my mouth, "Well I guess I'll be going." My mum hugged me and I hugged her back, then I hugged Chris and we kissed for a second before I turned around and got on the flight.

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The flight to DC was long, it felt like I was on it forever but I watched some movies to pass the time. I pulled my suitcase off and immediately I noticed the girl I would be joining for the next 11 days. She had bleached blonde hair with some pink tips, her eyes were a dark brown and she had some tattoos scattered around her arms (not as much as me) with a nose piercing.

I walked up to her, and felt the camera man following us behind. "Hi I'm Deidra." She smiled at me, "I don't want to be here."

"I'm Niall and I don't want to be here either." We walked out of the airport after grabbing our bags and got into the white van with both camera mans in the front who started to drive us away from the airport.

"Did you bring any alcohol?"

"Loads." I responded opening the backpack Chris gave me.

"Woah, you wanna give me some?" I nodded and took out a few cans of beer and watched her stuff them in her suitcase, the camera was on us but the men didn't stop us.

We were shocked when we passed all the regular houses and pulled up to none other than the White House, I was actually disgusted. Why did they choose the fucking cheeto?

The door was pulled open and Melania was standing there, "Hello children." I wanted to just stay in the van and ask to go back to Ireland, but it was too late now since Deidra was getting out.

I followed her actions and sighed when I saw the orange monster; he held his hand out for us but I just stared at it then pulled out my box of fags, taking one out and lighting it.

"We don't allow cigarettes on the property." The cheeto.

"Fuck okay well I'll be back." I said taking my cig and going a bit away from the White House continuing to smoke as he followed me.

"Give it to me kid we have to go inside to show you the staff and family."

"Hell no you can't control a country so no way in hell can you control me." I said blowing the smoke in his face, he looked at one of his guards who started walking our way holding a gun, "holy fuck no." I started to run but the guard immediately tackled me and took my fag away from me throwing it to the grown, "I hope that sets everything on fire and some people die and you'll be to blame." I said pushing him off and going back to the gates.

"So let's try this again, I'm Donald Trump."

"Cheeto." I coughed, "I'm Niall. It's not nice to meet you." I said, he rolled his eyes as we went inside, his and Mike Pence's family stood i front of us wearing some nice clothing and looking like they just came out of a 50's magazine, but what really caught my eyes was this green eyed lad spying on us from the door in front of me; I could barley see him but I could tell that he was fit. Wonder what his ass is like.

The families greeted themselves to me and tried to shake my hand which I refused because that's gross.

"Harry show Deidra to her room I'm going to give Niall a tour." Cheeto said as the young guy in the room opens the door and goes over to Deidra and picks up her bags.

"The elevators right this way." He said with a British accent walking off and Deidra followed, Trump and Pence's family going to do different things, leaving me with Cheeto.

"Let me show you around the place Niall." Cheeto started to walk to the room Harry just came out of and opened it, it was a giant kitchen but it was empty which was weird, you think that they'd have staff cooking something. "Harry will cook dinner for us tonight at 7:30pm, but I wont be joining."

"Wait why just Harry? Don't you have other staff?"

"The staff only makes food for the guests. Harry's not part of the White House staff he isn't getting paid and he doesn't need to be paid, he's not somebody you should stay around. He's a bad ombré."

"He isn't even Mexican he has a Manchester accent." I fought, I kind of found this whole thing funny though and was trying so hard to not let out a string of giggles.

"Well he's a bad queer." I had to put my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't scream at the orange as we moved to the dining room, there was a giant table in the middle of the room, about 15 chairs around it, and a picture of Abraham Lincoln was above the fireplace. "You will be eating here there's specials spots for each person so make sure you don't take anyone else's spot."

I followed him around the whole house, and I guess the history was interesting but the furniture was ugly, and the alcohol was off limits too me. But it didn't matter I had an assload of it.

We finally got to the point where Harry had to come back to take me to my room.

"Hi I'm Harry." He said as he picked up my bags which I immediately took from him.

"Niall." I said as we walked to the elevator, "are you gay?"

"Yeah, go ahead and say what you want though I've heard everything."

"I'm not going to say anything, I'm gay too."

All I heard was a small oh as we walked the rest of the way to my room in silence.