Gravity| h.s

5.

Release Date: 11th July 2014.

"Hey, dad. I caught you." I smile to myself as I finally rest on the couch. 

"Hello, Hon." My dad's thick Irish accent fills the phone with warmth and kindness, the type I have been yearning for ever since I moved here. My dad is only thirty minutes away from where I live, but it feels like an entire world away. " How're you?"

I laugh. Isn't that question of the day. It's Tuesday, my day off from college, so I have spent in on axiously cleaning the apartment out of shire loneliness and trudging from a pile of homework received from Dr. Evans after our first day. I guess Niall's dad was right. The fun really is over. " Oh, you know." I clarifty, waving my hand around me. " The usual. Homework. Housework. Watch Orange is the New Black. Repeat."

"You got homework?" There are multiple elements of confusion in my father's Northern tone as he tries to comtemplate my answer. " But you've just started."

"I know, dad." I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. " But it is med school, and apartently "Work upon work makes the brain sharper" " I say, quoting Professor Evans in my last sentence. 

I hear Dad's smirk as he say. " No bother to you, Pet.  You've always been smart. Even when you were in Kindergarden." I am not surprised by my dad's current praise. He has always been proud. Too proud, even. If you had to place his greatest moments  into a list, I can guarantee that my academic achievements would come up in his top ten.

I squirm in awkwardness. "Thanks, dad."

"Aw, sorry, Ella." He says apologetically. " You know how I get. I just so proud that you're becoming a doctor."

"Well, if I keep getting the amount of homework I'm getting, there is no hope." I say sarcastically as I giggle and my father joins in. I miss him. Yes, he is so close to me, too close, but it is nothing in comparison to living with him. There is no one here I can fan girl over Orange is the New Black with or no one who I can excessively eat Nando's with. Live is different.

I sigh. " I miss you, daddy." I push back the tears, hoping not to cry. He lives in New York, for Christ sake. And he did it for me. That's what brings the emotion. My dad loved Chicago as much as I hated it. It's were he meet my mother and it's were I was born. So many memories are there. Being a social working and all there aren't many jobs, but the one in Chicago was well paid and had good hours. He tried to convince me that he was moving to accept a promotion, but I never heard of a promotion were the worker gets paid less and has to work longer hours.

"Hey," he soothes, his voice is so comforting. " I'm right here in New York with you. You can't rid of me know. And we can meet whenever you like, baby. Okay?" 

"Okay?" I feel so much better. He always has that power over me. Just like Liam has the power to make me laugh and Bianca has the ability to make me down what she wants. And Harry can draw me in...

"W-what?" I stutter when I hear my father's voice mutter something down the speaker, interrupting my daydream. " What did you say?" I ask again.

"How's was the rest of you day?" He says it slowly and louder than before. " Apart from the homework?"

Blue-green eyes come to mind. Curly dark hair. His lean and breathtaking body. Everything about him is totally salavating and wrong, something I have never felt before in my entire life. I hate him, but I want him so much. Maybe I should tell my dad, he always knows what to say and we never keep secrets from each other. How bad can things actually be? I can ask my dad things about him, can't I?

I gulp, knocking back the lump in my throat as I nod. " Yeah, it was great." I sense my guilt, but I will save all my questions for Niall tomorrow.