"Niall?" I said, curiosity getting the best of me.
"Yeah,"
"What did Simon mean by the consequences?" I asked. Niall's hesitation making extremely worried.
"I knew you'd ask me that," he said sitting down." It's just that over the past years things have gotten... a little worst," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"The fans, Directioners, they have gotten more serious. They don't just send hate anymore. Sometimes it's threats-"
"What kind of threats?" I nervously questioned.
"Death threaths." he said looking at me straight in the eyes. Probably searching for any signs of regret.
Regret of ever accepting him as my boyfriend.
Little did he know that, that would be an emotion I would never feel when it came to him.
"Niall, this doesn't change a thing between us. You're still my little Irish leprechaun, and that will never change." I wholeheartedly assured him.
"I know." He said giving me a kiss. He then proceeded to hug me. Unfortunately, Niall's phone rang, ruining our sweet moment.
"So," He started to say after hanging up the phone. "That was Harry. He said some old friends are back from some trip they took and they want us to go to their' welcome back' a party. All of the lads and their girlfriends are coming. You up for it?"
"Oh Niall, I don-"
"I'm not taking no for an answer. Besides, it'll help get your mind... off of things."
"I'm not really much of a party girl."
"Come on, there always has to be a first to everything. But if you really don't want to go, that's alright as well. I understand."
"Fine I guess I can go. But I'm sure I have absolutely nothing to wear." I complained, making more excuses.
"That's alright. I'm sure the girls will go shopping."
"Okay. So...."
"So... You want to go to your house and get some of your stuff?" Niall asked.
"I don't know. I don't really want to see my dad at the moment. "
"Who said anything about your parents seeing you," He said with a mischievous grin.
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"Niall?" I said.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked nervously.
Niall brought a big bag to collect some of the things I would need. He planned on climbing the house and up to my window. I felt as though I was in a movie.
But then again, that's how I often felt with Niall. He was my escape from reality, yet he was the reality that helped me escape.
"Are you doubting me?" He said, acting as though he was hurt. That reminded me of Louis a lot.
"I would never," I said dramatically.
Niall started climbing the wall. He got up there So quickly I am beginning to think this is definitely not the first time Niall has done this kind of thing. He's like a person-sized-monkey.
"Okay. I'm up. You can come up now." He whisper shouted.
"Okay," I said.
Niall made this look awfully easy, when in reality it's definitely not.
"Carefull, carefull." He said.
After about five to ten minutes of climbing a wall, I finally broke into my own bedroom.
I started gathering things I would definitely need. Niall had said I can stay at his flat for now, due to the circumstances I was currently facing at home. However, he also said that I would have to return.
'You can't run away from your problems forever,' he said.
I looked through my drawers to collect my undergarments. I went to my closet to get the clothes I would need for school. I then proceeded onto gathering my running shoes for gym class, and then flats.
"Liz?" I heard a male voice say. "Is that you?"
Niall and I exchanged worried looks.
"Do we hide?" I asked.
"No. I'm afraid it's too late for that."
"What do we do. They'll make me stay. I can't stay."
"You won't. Listen, when he comes into the room, you're going to run downstairs really fast. I'll be waiting for you outside."
"Bu-"
"Trust me." He said pulling me in for one of his signature Horan Hugs. As if on cue, my father walked into the room.
"Liz where have you been? You're mother has been worried crazy," he said.
Of course she was, unlike you she actually cares.
I ignored his comment and ran down the stairs. I heard the faint screaming and yelling from down stairs and then I saw my mother.
She was sitting down, crying. I had never witnessed my mother crying. She looked so frail and broken sitting there. My father, he broke her.
"Mom?" I said approaching her, holding back tears from looking at her shed her own.
"Oh, Liz." She said, walking towards me and then finally giving a long warm hug.
"I can't stay, mom. I don't know how you can. "
"You're leaving?" She asked.
"Just for now. I can't stand seeing him right now. I just can't."
"I understand baby," She said.
I had to break apart from the motherly-warm hug my mom had provided me with when my father's hard foot steps.
"I have to go now. Take care. I love you mom."
