Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015

Chapter 7: Life Is A Highway

"Niall, I swear I'm gonna punch you." Mum warns, but I ignore her and continue to follow her around with my guitar, singing the famous from Tangled; I See The Light. Even hitting the high notes, surprisingly.

"(Guy's Part) All those days, chasing down a daydream. All those years, living in a blur. All that that, never truly seeing things, the way they were. Now she's here, shining in the starlight. Now she's here, suddenly I know. If she's here, its crystal clear, I'm where I'm meant to goooooo and at last I seee the liiiiiight. And its like, the foooog has lifteeed. And at last I seee the liiiight. And its liike the sky is neeew. And its warm and real and briiiiiight, and the woooorld has some how shiiiiifteeeeeeed. All at once, everything is different. Not that I, seeeee youuuuu."

Mum turns around and slaps me, making me only laugh and rub my shoulder. "Come on, let me serenate you." I beg, happy in my joking mood. "No I need to get ready for work and I can't be late because my son won't stop singing." I laugh again. "Bye sweetie." Mum kisses my cheek. "Bye." I strum the tune to Hero, slowly walking around the house. Yesterday I had asked Zayn out on a date, and he accepted, and since I'm the one who asked I have to plan it out I think. I haven't texted him, but he's texted me. I don't even know when the date actually is.

Oh yeah, I have a text.

Taking out my phone, its from Zayn.

To Niall:

From Zayn:

I hope you don't mind but I have a job interview to prepare for, can we push back to Wednesday or next weekend?

I smile, relieved I have time to prepare myself. I text back to him that its fine with me, and I start thinking of things he could potentionally like. I don't really know him yet, and I have no idea the things he's into. Maybe I'll have to go around asking Harry and Liam about him.

I bob my head to the music blaring through my speakers, my guitar flat on my chest and my foot bent and propped on my right knee thats bent up. I'm laying on my bed, which makes this more fun. I start singing along.

"Life's like a road that you travel on when there's one day here and the next day gone. Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand, sometimes you turn your back to the wind. There's a wrld outside every darkened door where the blues won't haunt you anymore. Where brave are free and lovers soar, come ride with me to the distant shore. We won't hesitate, to break down the garden gate, there's not much time left today yeah."

At the chorus, I belt it out since its loud enogh for no one to hear me.

"Life is a highway! I wanna ride it all night long! If yo're goin my way! I wanna drive it all night long. Through all these cities and all these towns, its in my blood and its all around. I love you now like I loved you then, this is the road and these are the hands. From Mozambique to the those Mempis nights the Khyber Pass to Vancoubers lights. Knock me down get back up again, you're in my blood I'm not a lonely man. There's no load that I can't hold, road so rough this I know. I'll be there when the light comes in, just tell'em we're survivors. LIFE IS A HIGHWAY, I WANNA RIDE IT ALL NIGHT LONG! IF YOU'RE GOIN MY WAY, I WANNA DRIVE IT LL NIGHT LONG!"

I stop singing when I think I hear a knock, then I turn my music down. I listen again for it, it not happening until I'm about to turn my music back on. I keep it on low as I stumble off my bed, tossing my guitar on my bed and running down the stairs. I get to the door, taking a few seconds to calm before I open the door, surprised to see Louis standing there. "Hi." He greets, biting his lip. "Hi," I answer with my curiousity showing. "Nice vocals." He compliments. He hear that? "Yeah." I furrow my eyebrows at the random word, but then just figured out I spoke my thoughts. "Um, want to come in?" I gesture, opening the door wider with my back. "Thanks." He steps in, wiping in shoes on the matt first before coming. Hm, he's conciderate. "Um, can I get you anything to eat or drink?" I ask Louis. "No thanks." He shakes his head. I go to the kitchen anyway, because I'm parched myself from all the singing.

I come back with two teas, just in case Louis changes his mind. "So, uh, what brought you here? How'd you even know where I live?" I start the conversation. "Harry let me borrow his car and gave me directions." Louis admits. So is Harry forcing him to do this?

"Niall-" Louis notices the tea in front of him now. He must have been dozed off when I set it down for him. "Thank you." He takes a sip. Hm, liar. "I wanted to say I'm sorry. I've been really dickhead and I feel really horrible." I can tell Louis' nervos, not but his voice, but by his bouncing knee and fidgety movements. "Is this all because you know now about sister?" I ask, having the idea of thats why he's being so nice to me all of the sudden. "Yes, but it also reminded me of how much you probably are hurting over your loss - which I'm so sorry about by the way - and I was causing you more pain. Or hurt feelings at least. I said a lot of really insulting things, and I take all of them back without hesitation." Louis' eyes widen, meaning he's serious. I can't help but smile at him. "Why are you smiling at me?" He asks. "I accept your apology." Louis sighs of relief. "Thank god." I chuckle and pick up my tea, sipping it. "Well I have to go to work, I'm already late, but I just needed to aplogize to you." Louis stands up, leaving his tea on the table. "Yeah no problem, I'm glad you did." I take Louis the few steps to the door. "Thank you for the tea." I nod, closing the door once Louis had left.

I blow out some hot hair, running a hair through my hair when i turn around. Running back up the stairs to my bedroom, I turn the volume up and lay back down, singing along with Adele.

I plop down onto the couch face first, my arm and leg dangling off the edge of the couch. I had just worked out and am a sweaty, beat mess. "Niall, get up." Mum oders when she walks in. "No thanks." I mumble into the pillow. "Get up now." I groan, sitting up and lookng at her expressionless face. "How is the bus?" She asks when I get to her. "It stinks." I simply answer. "Okay, and how long have you known how to drive?" "Since year ten." I don't get the point to all these stupid questions, but I'm realy tired and just want to sleep or take a nap. "Cool. So we're not behind on our bills. I lied so I could get your money." I raise my eyebros and cross my arms. "Sorry?" I want to know if my own mum has been ripping me off. "To get you your own, brand new car!" She cheers the last part, opening the front door. "I just came in through that door, do you think I would have seen an unfamiliar car in our driveway if I had a new car?" I ask her like she thinks Im' dumb. "Why do you have to ruin all the surprises." Mum grumbles, pushing me out the door and to the driveway.

Are you kidding me?!" I smile at the amazing vehicle in front of me. "Well you deserved it. You work hard and give me all your money. That's a big thing to give up, so I wanted to repay you for being my brave little boy!" I hug my mum tightly, never loving her more than this moment. "Thank you thank you thank you!" I repeat, taking the keys that are dangling from her hand and hop into my new white Toyota LandCruiser. And I know exactly what I'm going to do first.

Carrying my for bags of candy to my new car, I place the bags in the passenger seat as I slam my door shut, turning the ignition with my key. I feel so good and proud to be driving my own car, and for it to be a good one. I don't know anything about cars, but I know this is good.

I spend the whole night watching old Disney movies like The Emeror's New Groove, Brother Bear, Mulan, those movies. I also eat all the candy, putting the Runtz aside for Mum since they're her favourite.

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I'm sorry its short, but I didn't like the last two chapters so I changed them.

Comment!!!

I still want to change the last chapter and this one, but I'm not going to completely re-write it so I'll just have to deal with it.

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