Later that night I heard my mom and dad both down stairs in the kitchen. My dad is never in our house so I know what they're talking about or rather fighting about is important.
"She's fine Krystal!" My dad says exasperated.
"She thinks she would benefit from it isn't it worth giving it a try." My mom says.
I'm starring down from the stair case lucky for me I can see and hear them perfectly but they can't see me at all.
"It's a waste of money! she's dramatic! she doesn't have any problems!"
"Cory! She needs someone to talk to.."
"She has Andy!" he says and now it's clear to me what they're talking about.
Last week I got up the nerve to talk to them about getting me some therapy, and they laughed in my face My dad and Anna did. I didn't tell them why I need it I just told them I think I need to get some and I think it would help me.
They of course just said I'm a spoiled princess and that I'm dramatic.
"She needs someone who isn't a friend or a family member she needs a therapist." Mom says again.
"Then you pay for it!" Dad snaps and I quietly go back to my room and crawl out my window and sitting on the cold cement floor of my terrace.
I let out a huge breath before the tears roll from my eyes.
"You okay?" I hear a voice say, I look up to see Niall poking his head out his bedroom widow which faces mine.
"I'm ok." I say trying to hide my face so he can't see my tears.
"Trick question I know your not okay your crying." He says.
"No I'm not." I lie.
"I'm not blind, stay there Ill be right back. " He says before shutting his window.
I wipe my tears trying to dry my eyes as I see him climb the tree and jump onto my terrace.
"Wanna talk about it?" he asks sitting down next to me.
"No offense but I rather not get to know each other by telling you this stuff." I say trying to sound bold instead the words come out shaky.
"Then let's talk about something else." He says.
"Like what?" I laugh. It's weird one minute I'm crying the next I'm sitting next to a boy I just met on my terrace laughing at his attempt to get to know me.
"What's your favorite food?" he asks.
"All food duh! besides mushrooms ick! oh and Brussels sprouts those make me wanna gag!"
"Same here except I like Brussels sprouts." He laughs.
"What's your favorite color." I ask.
"Green."
"Mine too." I smile.
"Can you play any instruments?" he asks.
"Well actually I do play something but it's stupid." I say rolling my eyes.
"Oh do you now? do share!!"
"Well it's the flute. And I hate it. With a passion."
"Flute huh?"
"Got something against flutists?" I tease.
"No it's just, never imagined you to play flute before."
"Yeah well I only play because my mom."
"did she play?"
"Yeah. enough about me, do you play anything?"
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Secrets{N.H}
Fanfiction"My whole life seems as if it's all become about secrets, like I'm one big secret. "
