Look Away, Ignore the Pain

Chapter 6: Counting the Pills, Not Days

~Kaitlynn’s Point of View~

Niall is coming home today, so I decided to make myself invisible and hide in my room and when he isn’t looking or something, I’d go to the park. Dad asked if I wanted to come to the airport to pick all of the One Direction members up from there, since they will be staying at our house, but I said no. He’s actually on his way to airport now, so I decided to make dinner for all of them and leave to the park after that. I trust they’ll be tired and go to bed soon after dinner, so it’ll be easy enough to come back home.

I decided to cook some chicken and mash with some salad, so it took me about two hours. When I was finally done and all the food was on the table and ready to be served, I shoved a spoonful of mash to my mouth, took a green apple, and went out the door with my tattered black trainers on. When I opened the door, I certainly did not expect what I saw: I think there were about hundreds if not thousands of screaming girls, waving mobiles, banners, cameras, and other things. I didn’t understand why, but okay. Nonetheless, I hurried to shut the door and lock it. I can still get out from the back. I thought as I made my way to the back door in the garden. Sure enough, no girl was there and I was able to slip away easily. Still, I took caution and covered my hair with a black hooded jumper and covered my eyes in some sunglasses, which completely stupid, because it was already kind of dark outside. I munched on the apple as I ran to the park I knew would be empty, and kicked on my old football all the way down the lane. I could hear the girls’ screams and shrieks all the way from the park, with my earphones in. Are they all waiting for Niall and his band mates? What is the excitement all about? They’re just people…

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Finally Dad rang me to tell me they were all sound asleep in the living room and the “fans” went home, disappointed that they didn’t get a DNA sample of the lads. I swear this is so stupid! My stomach was growling and I hoped they left some of the food, so I jogged along the lane home with my football in my hands. I think their names, from what I understood from Dad, are Luis, Liam, Zayn, and Harry, but I’m not entirely sure I got their names right. Oh well… guess I can’t make out a conversation with people I don’t know the names of. How sad! Not…

“There’s some food left in the microwave, if you want.” Dad whispered to me as I entered the darkened house.

“Yeah, I’m starvin’.” I replied with a huge smile.

“Those lads sure have an appetite… by the way, great dinner. Thank you for that.” He said with a smile.

“Do they know I cooked it?” I asked suddenly. I don’t know why, but it seemed like a good question to wonder about.

“Neither of us told them, but with all the food around… they didn’t think it was important how it got there. You know Niall’s appetite.” He laughed quietly. I returned him a small smile, but somehow felt hurt from the lack of credit or even acknowledgement. For all I know, they might still think Niall has only one brother. Speaking of which…

“Dad, when’s Greg coming?” I asked.

“He’s supposed to come to your mam’s house this weekend, so he’ll meet the lads there. I am sure he’d like for you to come, as well.” He replied patiently, but I knew he knew I wouldn’t.

“Is he not coming here?” I asked disappointedly and shoved a piece of chicken to my mouth.

“I’m sure you could ask him that for yourself, no?” he smiled at me. I nodded and pulled out my mobile, but Dad stopped me from dialling. “Look at the time, Katy.” He pointed with an amused smile at the clock on the wall. It was already midnight. I sighed and tucked my mobile away in my pocket and continued to eat.