Drive

Chapter 10

Did I? Do I really have him? Can I pour my heart out to him and have no sign of judgment from him? Probably not.

I can't help the chuckle that falls from my lips. I can feel his eyes on me and I refuse to look at him.

"Why are you laughing? I'm serious," his tone is no hint of joking. He's serious.

"It's just.. I haven't really had anybody to talk to like I can you." I admit. "My whole life I was surrounded by people who would judge and turn around everything that came out of my mouth. You're the only one that even knows I was bullied. I told my parents nothing, and to this day you know more than them." I exaggerate. He raises an eyebrow at me and begins to say something but yawns in the middle of it.

"I'm getting sleepy," he states and just about that time I yawn too. I look in the backseat at Kaylee and discover that she's passed out in her carseat.

"Me too. Kaylee's already asleep." He nods and picks up his phone, but before he can unlock it I grab it from his hands.

"What the hell?" He shouts and I look in the back, hoping he didn't wake Kaylee. Thankfully, she's a heavy sleeper.

"You can have it back once you pull over." He reaches for it but I pull it away from his reach, hearing him groan.

"I'm not pulling over," he says and my stubbornness kicks in.

"Then you're not getting your phone back." I say and tuck it under my leg, pulling mine out just to tease him. He rolls his eyes and looks back at the road. I feel his phone vibrate under my leg and I pull it out, looking at the caller I.D.

"Who's calling?"

"Harry," I slide my thumb across the screen and pull the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Niall?" He asks, a bit of confusion in his voice.

"Alex," I correct him.

"I knew that, uhm.. where is Niall?"

"Driving," I hear him sigh and can tell he's rolling his eyes.

"Where are ya'll?" He asks and I wonder why he wants to know.

"Somewhere around Washington," I joke and hear Niall stifle a laugh. Harry gasp and I try not to laugh into the phone.

"What!" I bust out in laughter, along with Niall.

"I'm joking! We went to see my parents." There was no way in hell I was telling him about my mother.

"Oh, you scared me. When do you think you'll be back?"

"In a few hours," he groans but eventually says goodbye. I hang up the phone and stuff it back under my leg.

My stomach growls and Nialls head snaps towards me.

"Are you hungry?" I nod my head. I didn't eat this morning, or last night. The only time I eat is whenever i'm with Niall. My hunger doesn't matter to me, I don't need food like my daughter does. She's a growing person, anytime she's hungry, she eats. But as for me, I almost never eat. I just think what if I eat and we run out of the little food we have? What's my daughter going to do?

Now that i'm thinking about it, I haven't ate since the last time I talked to Niall. Not really, the only thing I ate was a banana or yogurt, I didn't really like anything else.

"Let's go threw the drive through." I say and he looks over to me.

"Where at?" I shrug my shoulders before answering. "What about Dairy Queen?" He smiles and reaches over the console, closing his fingers around my hand.

The car is quiet when we reach Dairy Queen and I look in the backseat, seeing if Kaylee is awake. I gently pat her leg and shake her a little. Her eyes blink open and she rubs them, yawning.

"Are you hungry, baby?" I ask and she nods her head.

"Chicken nuggets!" She smiles and pushes her hair out of her face.

When we pull up to the window the lady almost has a heart attack when she sees him. She stutters when she repeats the order, so much it's hard to comprehend what she's saying.

"Sure," he chuckles and I can't help the laugh that falls from my lips. She smiles and closes the window.

"Wow," I mumble between laughs and he raises an eyebrow.

"Wanna have fun with this?" Now I raise my eyebrow and he turns his head back to the open window.

"Uhm. I'm sorry, but my wife here would like a vanilla cone." Her eyes widen and I try my best to keep a straight face. "If that's not too much, thank you." He smiles and she nods her head, closing the window. I burst out in laughter, Niall also cackling at my side.

"Your wife, aye?" I say through laughter and he nods. The window opens again and she hands us the bags of food and styrofoam cups, Niall handing her a hundred dollar bill; it suprises me that it's American money..

"Keep the change," he says even though the food cost nothing around a hundred dollars. She smiles and closes the window. I hand Kaylee the box of Chicken Nuggets and fries.

"Be careful," I take her sippy cup and roll the window down, pouring out the Apple juice that was in there. I pour a little of my water bottle in to wash it out, pouring it out the window. Niall pulls up to the road and I pour in the small soda we ordered for her and twist the cap back on, handing it back to her.

"Since we're married, can I stay with you tonight?" I can't tell if he's joking are not about staying with me.

"Why?" I ask, trying not to sound insolent.

"Liam shoots up every night, Louis doesn't shut the hell up, Harry is just plain immature, and Zayn.. well, I can tolerate him." I laugh and he glances over at me, smirking. "You think i'm joking. I'm serious," I smile.

"That's a great way to talk about your four best friends." Now he's the one laughing.

"Best friends? Ha! Zayn in the only one of them capable of being a friend. The others are all druggies or super annoying!" But.. when Katherine described them they were so much.. better. Zayn quit smoking, Liam was the 'good' one, Harry was flirty, and Louis was funny.

"That's what happens when fame gets to your head. Three years of non-stop bullshit from the paps, and management. You don't know half the hell they've put us through." I had no idea how to answer him, so I nodded my head and sat there, wordlessly. I wrapped the burger I was eating back in the wrapper and set it in the bag, along with the fries.

"You're not hungry?" He asks and I freeze. Should I tell him I haven't ate in four days? I don't really have an appetite anymore.

"I'll eat later, I think I'll take a nap." I'm not really tired, but anything to escape the conversation. I pull my legs up to my chest and lay my head on the window, closing my eyes.

Before I know it, my eyes are heavy and my breathing slows as my body pulls me into a slumber.