I Missed You

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Chapter twenty-two; I Missed You

So, it's been a few weeks since I left the boys halfway through the tour. I was told that I should head home because my parents called Paul. How do they get his number? I have no idea. So here I am, lying on my bed, wishing I was with Niall. I miss him so much. I need him like Spongebob needs water. They finally finish tour soon. I skyped Niall last night and he said that they had a few more shows that were added to the short US tour. I barely come out of my room. I don't get along with my parents anymore, really. Skye? I love her. She's the only reason I care to come out of my hideout. One thing my parents don't know is, that I've been sneaking out every night to go to mine and Nialls place. It's lonely, but I have Izzi there. Today is the beginning of week four without Niall.

"Bewwaa! Daddy wants you!" I heard Skye say at my door.

"What does he want?"

"He said come quick!"

I slowly opened my door and looked around. I trudged down the stairs and walked over to my dad, who was on the couch.

"What do you want? Me to wash your car?" I asked, without a care.

"Watch it. And will you go get the mail? You need some fresh air." he replied.

"Fine... Let me get some shoes." I turned around and headed back to my room. When I walked in, I saw roses on my bed. I smiled then went to my closet to grab some shoes to go get the mail. I opened my closet, grabbed some sandals, and turned around to walk out of my room. When I turned and looked up I saw a beautiful blonde boy, with a red transformers SnapBack, braces, and a teddy bear. I covered my mouth in awe.

"Miss me?" he said. I screamed a bit, then ran into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him and he spun me.

"Of course I did! I'm so happy you're back, Niall!"

"Wanna go home?" he asked, still holding me. I put my head on his chest, and nodded yes.

"I thought you had a few more shows, though?" I asked in confusion.

"I made it up." he replied smiling. I continued to hug him.

"My parents don't know you're here do they?"

"Nope." he said, popping the 'P'.

"Uhh... Actually, I don't care, I'm 18! I'll just go with you! After I get the mail..."

He gave me a piggyback ride down the stairs, and past my dad, who was still on the couch.

"Excuse me? Where did you come from?" he asked, obviously to Niall.

"My mum..." he replied, with a serious face.

"I'm not joking around, kid. Who are you, and where did you come from? It obviously wasn't the front door!" My dad argued. Niall put me down.

"Sir, I came to surprise Bella. I just got back from being on a tour in the US." he respectfully replied.

"Tour? What are you? And why did you surprise my daughter?!"

"I'm a singer in a band called 'One Direction'. I'm Bella's boyfriend."

"Bella? You have a boyfriend?!"

"Wasn't it obvious? I haven't been home in months, and when I did come, I'd bring him with! Are you really that clueless?!" I argued.

"Go get the mail and get back up to your room where you belong. You don't need to be out with this boy."

"No." Niall and I both said.

"Stay out of this, kid. Bella, up to your room. Now." he said, looking stern.

"No, I'm leaving. I legally don't have to do anything you say." My dad started to come at me. I got scared, and held Nialls hand. My father looked at our hands, he must've noticed my tattoo. Crap...

"What is this? You have a tattoo?"

"Yeah, there's a lot of things you don't know about me."

"I bet he made you do it, huh?"

"Leave me alone!" I yelled. I began to run towards the door, still holding Nialls hand. I found his car and ran into the passenger side.

"Go, quick!" I said, fumbling with the seatbelt. He got in beside me and stepped on the gas until we were out of the neighborhood.

"How come you never told your family?"

"I haven't been there, really. And when I was, I was in my room. At night, I'd go to your place to sleep and then I'd come home in the mornings. They didn't know."

"Watch him come after us, though."

"Yeah, I'm scared." Niall put my hand in his, and drove home, where I actually belonged.

When we walked in through the door, Izzi came right away. I knew that this is where I wanted to be, and no where else.

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