Half A Heart

Chapter 10

Niall's POV

I've been sitting on my couch for about twenty minutes now studying the envelope debating weather to read or not to read it.

I decide on the first option and take a deep breath before ripping the top and taking out a folded piece of paper.

I slowly unfold it and notice that it's a handwritten letter.

Dear Niall,

This may not be the most creative way to start a letter but at the moment that doesn't matter to me. What matters is that you know this.

I don't know what happened or how you got this, and I hope it was a somewhat decent scene.

If I was with my family then what you've seen would've been chaotic and I'm probably being beat up and lectured about it right now. But if I wasn't then you wouldn't have seen anything that caused a lot of trouble.

The reason I gave you this is because I want to, no, I need to tell you what you've done for me.

So, here it goes.

I first discovered One Direction in a very difficult part of my life, so many things were happening and so many already had.

I had just been kicked out from my parents house, I couldn't live with them anymore, they wouldn't support any of my decisions, they wouldn't respect my privacy, they wouldn't respect my education, they wouldn't respect me, and at one point it had become too much, I exploded, I went all out on my parents screamed and cried in front of them,they got so mad they kicked me out.

They gave me a day to pack my things and I was off.

I would tell you exactly what they did but I don't think I can relive that, not yet.

Maybe if you ask me in a year I can tell you but right now the wounds are still open, and talking, or writing about it would just be rubbing salt deep into them.

I was only 16 when I was kicked out, my friend Lilly, her parents let me stay at their house until Lilly was old enough to get an apartment, so I was there for a few months, they brought me in like I was their own child, they gave me the care and love I could only dream of getting from my own parents.

I pause and study the small smudges of of ink on the letter. Was she crying?

She turned 18 and we moved to an apartment together, I was only old enough to get a summer job so I would earn money from that and pay off the rent while Lilly took care of the bills.

Not only that but my parents hadn't told my cousins, my aunts and uncles, they passed me off as a runaway.

All my relatives turned against me.

They all think I'm an ungrateful brat, that I'm spoiled and ran away because I wasn't getting what I wanted.

Only one of my cousins saw through them.

Her name was, well still is, Zara.

She grew up into a Muslim family and now she's an Atheist, her parents hated that, they were the most religious people I knew, so of course they got really mad at her, they would shout at her all the time about it and she got beat up because of it, she moved out and right now she moved into an apartment with her boyfriend, Andrew.