Dead Bodies (Niall Horan)

Chapter 5

That day at school had gotten weirder and weirder after that first period.

First off, Niall didn't talk to me for the rest of the day. Which I didn't mind much. But in the cafeteria, I couldn't find Janie anywhere. And neither could I find Niall. I was guessing they went to eat somewhere private.

I finally found Jaine after lunch. But she was too far away and when I reached where she had been before, she was already gone. I didn't bother for the rest of the day. But I did not forget about that damn date after school. It's now referred to "that damn date."

I stepped out of my car marched up my steps. I didn't bother going over to Ivy's house. I could just wait for Janie to tell me tomorrow. And it would be weird to hide in like a closet or something while they stick each others tongue down one another's throat.

Ivy and Niall was not there yet. Which didn't exactly surprise me because I'm pretty sure Niall doesn't gas it when the speed limit is 40 mph like me. Whoops.

Neither one of my parents were home as I found my way in the kitchen. I found a green sticky note on the fridge that reminded me to get some milk from the grocery store. I rolled my eyes and crumpled up the note to throw it into the trash.

I set my stuff down and walked out the door. I better get the damn milk now then to do it later.

As I was about to get into my car, I heard a car pull down our road. I ducked behind my car and watched as the car pulled into Ivy's driveway. I knew it was Niall, even before both he and Janie stepped out. As they walked up to the door, I could tell they were talking. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but I could tell they were.

Before they went in the house, Niall checked behind him. I ducked my head and prayed he didn't see me. When I was sure they were inside, I got in my car.

Our grocery stores are always busy. Not bad busy, just enough that if you lost your parents, it would be hard to find them.

I grabbed the milk and got in line. When it was my turn, the cashier looked me up and down. Not really 'checking me out', more like judging me. I rolled my eyes and shoved the milk in his chest.

"Hurry the fuck up." I grumbled as he swiped it very slowly. He chuckled and looked back up at me.

He was quite attractive really. He had tattoos and dark hair that formed a quiff. His eyes were probably the best feature of him, they were a very dark brown.

"Feisty thing?" he winked. I rolled my eyes and snatched the milk up. "Do you party?" he asked me.

What kind of fucking question was that? I mean, I've never even stepped foot in a party. Well, unless you count a birthday party. But no high school parties. And I don't know if I even would want to. I don't drink, nor do I smoke. I'm not a good dancer. So I don't see the point to even considering parties.

He must've took my hesitation as a no, because he smirked. "Didn't think so." he said and turned away to check the next persons groceries out.

That made my blood boil. I don't why, because he was right, I don't party. But it still got to me.

I turned on my heel and grabbed him by the shoulder, to face me. "As a matter of fact, I do. So don't go making fucking assumptions about me until you fucking know me, dickhead. And you don't ask people whether they party or not. That's fucking rude you-"

"Okay, okay." His eyes were wide and he threw his hands in the air, as if I was going to punch him. I smirked and mentally patted myself on the back.

"So do you want to go to a party this weekend?" He asked me. His eyes held no expression, so I didn't know if he was kidding or not.

"Fuck no!" I nearly screamed. "I don't fucking know you! I don't know your fucking name!" I knew everyone was watching now. Well the people in the line any way, but I've made a bigger scene than this before.

"Calm down." he whispered. Probably worried he'll get fired. He actually should, for asking random strangers to party with him. "I'm not going to rape you or anything." He continued to whisper. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to have fun this Saturday. Oh and, uh, if it matters, my name is Zayn."

I knew I was not going. Just like I wasn't going to Prom, it was official. How do I know he wouldn't try something? I'm not Janie, and I don't go places with strangers.

"I said Fuck. No." I stated once more and walked away before he could say more.

I didn't know if my parents would be there when I got home. I never do know really. Their schedule is like a girls hormones during her period.

But as I pull into my driveway, I can see my moms car. I smile and unbuckle. Of course I'm happy when my parents are home. My favorite nights are when they are both home and my mom cooks dinner as my dad tells stories about work that makes us all laugh. And then we all sit in the living room and watch a cheesy comedy on the television. Then they go to bed and I go in my room and get on the Internet, before falling asleep myself.

We probably have one of those nights once every 2 weeks. I probably wouldn't be this lonely if I had a brother or sister. I did have an older brother, well I would've. My mother had a miscarriage when she was 23, it was a horrible year for my mom and she doesn't talk about it with anyone.

Two years later she had me, and that made my parents a lot happier. My parents told me about the miscarriage when I was eight, and, again, never talked about it after that.

I have wondered what it would be like to have a brother or sister. I've always thought of it as being fun. And I know that if I asked someone who had a brother or sister if they enjoyed having a brother or sister, they would immediately say no. That they just annoy you. But if they knew what it felt like to be an only child, they would be very thankful for their siblings.

I'm not saying that those who do have siblings have the perfect life. Because I do understand that they must pester you and fuck with you. Janie has a little sister and damn is she annoying as fuck.

But being alone and all by yourself is worst. A house alone is probably the most lonely thing to me. I fucking hate how I can't have someone to talk to at the house. When my parents are always gone, and I have no one to talk to, I get really sad.

I'm sure my parents know this, too. Whenever one of them, or both, is home, they try to cheer me up. Eating out, or going to watch a movie. They also let me invite my friends over a lot. So it helps to know that they are trying.

Sometimes I'm just lonely.

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Guess who just made the shittiest chapter in history of history? Meh:(

Sorry guys, I guess it was just really rushed because I haven't posted in so long and wanted to hurry up and update! I know that's not an excuse and I'm so sorry:( The next chapter will be better.

On Instagram, some of you guys sent me DMs and told me that you like it when I have authors notes. So I guess I'll start doing those. But feel free to skip past them. Unless it's important, then I'll put something at the beginning of the chapter to tell you that the Authors note is important. Love y'all more than Lady Gaga.

~Kathryn ~(• •)~