You Got A Fast Car (BoyxBoy)

Live With The Bottle

"See, my old man's Got a problem, live with the bottle, that's the way it is. He says his body's too old for working. His body's too young, to look like his."

Justin's POV

I frowned as my father threw his empty Jack Daniels bottle across the room, slurring out curse words for me to clean it.

I did as he asked, picking up the broken glass and putting them in the bin.

"You can't clean right, boy." Dad spat, standing up and swaying his way into the kitchen. Most likely for another drink.

I sighed, picking up some empty cans and bottles, taking them into the kitchen and placing them in the bottles and cans bin, so I can get money out of it... well, so my father can get money out of it.

"When are you cooking dinner, boy?" Dad slurred, taking a mouthful of Scotch.

"At six." I said, washing my hands.

"Look at me when I talk to you." He growled.

I turned my head, looking at him.

"Start cooking now, I'm hungry." He said, glaring at me.

"Its just turned five, its only an hour aw-"

I wasn't able to finish my sentence, due to the fact my father charged at me, grabbing my shirt collar and slamming me against the cupboard. He slapped me across the face, hard.

"Don't you dare tell me how it is. Cook dinner, now." He warned, eyes burning into me.

I pushed the tears back, and nodded, knowing if I went against him, or cried, it'd make matters a whole lot worse.

-

After my dad ate dinner, and finally passed out on the couch, I snuck out, wanting one person, and one person only. Niall.

My boyfriend.

We'd been dating for well over two years, and he was possibly the only person I talked to in this town. I couldn't bare being around people, who judged me because my father was a drunk.

My mother left when I was two, and my Dad was the only family I had. Not that he seemed like a father, the constant drinking had made him abusive, his body systems were failing, causing him to have weak kidneys.

I guess he got worse when he found out I was gay. Before that it wasn't as bad, there were actually times he was sober, and wasn't so bitter about the world.

After walking twenty minutes, I found myself in front of a light green house, shouting coming from the inside, along with a dog's barking.

I climbed the fence, walking up to a window I've spent many years climbing through.

I knocked a secret code on the window, and moments later, the blonde haired, blue eyed boy was opening it. I climbed in, instantly engulfed by my boyfriend's warm arms.

"Hey baby." He mumbled, kissing the top of my head.

"Why are your parents fighting this time?" I asked, taking in the sweet scent Niall had, knowing he'd only just got out of the shower.

"They can't pay for school bills, and yeah..." Niall sighed, pulling away and leading me to his bed.

My Dad didn't have the issue of worrying about my schooling, I had to leave when he'd suffered a heart attack, and needed someone to look after him.

He sat down, allowing me to crawl in his lap and look up at him.

"How's your car going?" I asked, playing with his hand.

"You ask that every time you're here." Niall stated.

I smiled, "Because... you promised one day we could leave."

"Not tonight, though." Niall shook his head, his eyes traveling over my cheek.

"When, Niall?" I breathed, "I don't want to keep waiting... I can't."

His hand caressed my swollen cheek, thanks to Dad. I winced a little.

"I'm sorry," Niall frowned, "I'm not ready to leave everything I have here yet."

"If you keep making me wait, I'm going to leave without you." I swallowed.

"You can't."  Niall shook his head.

I licked my lips, resting my head on his chest as I looked down at our hands. Our fingers entwined, and fit perfectly together.

I knew I'd never leave without Niall, but the dream of leaving this town, leaving my father, the abuse, its something I long for. I pray for and need.

Niall is always backing out at the best open times to leave.

"You know I love you, right?" Niall murmured.

"I love you too." I whispered, not wanting to speak any louder.

Niall brought his hand up, lifting my chin, before placing a soft chaste kiss on my lips.

I closed my eyes, enveloped in the time our lips spent together. It wasn't long before Niall pulled away, and kissed my swollen cheek.

"One day, I'll take you far away, and we'll be free." He whispered, "Just give me time."

Time. I didn't know how much of that I had, until it just crashed around me. I can only look forward and keep dreaming, putting all my trust in Niall.