PROBLEMS (Niall Horan Fan-Fiction AU)

Three

4 days have passed without anyone mentioning my breakdown. I'm not if it is because they are afraid that it may happen again or because they want to act like it has never happened. Either way I am grateful for them leaving it alone. It was now 6.49am on a Tuesday. I had to wake up in 11 minutes to get myself ready for college. I could hear the birds singing their familiar tune. Every morning between the hours of 5am and 7am they would sing. They would sing the same tune to signify their happiness. Then at 7.01am it would stop and wouldn't return till the next day. 6. 59 Am. I had one minute till I had to start my day. That is 60 seconds of having a free mind. I closed my eyes and counted the seconds until the ear piercing sound of my alarm was going to echo throughout my room. I slowly opened my eyes and pulled my duvet down before stepping onto the soft carpet. I shuffled into the bathroom and brushed my teeth for exactly 2 minutes before having my extremely hot shower. Niall was probably returning back to college today. That meant I would have to see him. Hopefully he wasn't taking the same subjects as me otherwise I do not think I would be able to cope for the remainder of the term. Before I realised I was dressed and halfway down the stairs. I guess I was too engrossed with my own thoughts that I didn't realise that I was preparing myself for the day ahead. When I got downstairs saw my mother dishing up breakfast for myself and Kyle. It was pancakes. She makes is pancakes everyday without a fail. I hate pancakes but I don't want her to waste all her hard work. I say in my usual spot pulling my hair into a bun in the process. Kyle was already waiting impatiently for her food. He gave me a small nod showing that he has acknowledged my existence before watching out mother finish putting the food out.

"Morning love." She sang as she placed the food in front of us both. I gave her a small smile and Kyle was already guzzling down the food as if he hasn't eaten in days. I rolled my eyes and started eating the food slowly. There was no conversation at the table. There hasn't been any conversation in 4 days. Not since that day. Not around me anyway.

"We can speak." I broke the silence making my mother and brother bring their undivided attention to me.

"There's nothing to speak about love. Hurry up and eat or you'll be late for college." My mother said in her jolly yet dismissive tone. I glanced over to Kyle who just shook his head and gave me the 'I'll inform you on our way' look. I gave a weak smile and finished my breakfast in silence before waiting for Kyle to finish so we could leave.

By the time he was ready to leave it was 7.45am. We had exactly 45 minutes to get to school. Hopefully we would make it during the school rush hour. We said out goodbyes to mother then left. At first it was a very silent car drive. Nobody said anything. The radio wasn't on either. You could just hear the chatter from the children outside.

"So..." He began. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "Care to tell me what happened?" That's what I liked about Kyle. He was straight to the point. No matter how fucked up I was, he would always treat me as if I was normal. Something he and I both knew I wasn't.

"It happened again. This time he wasn't there to help me."

"Fuck." That was all he was able to say before banging his hand against the wheel and dropping his head slightly. "Eff you should have told me. You should have let me helped you. Where did he go?"

"I...I don't know. We got in an argument and then...then he left and... You know the rest." I stuttered darting my face towards the window so he couldn't see the tears that were about to escape my eyes. I felt his hand on my shoulder giving it a supportive squeeze. He knows he can't say anything on the matter. Deep down he knows he couldn't help me. There was only one person who could help me and he left. Niall. Then again, there was only one person who caused all of this in the first place. Niall. And yet again he left. I don't blame him. I would leave me too.