She insisted she walk home because she didn't want to risk his appearance.
He insisted she either get in the car or he would throw her back.
She got in the car.
"listen..Kid..." she started.
"first off, you can't be any more than two years older than me so if you say kid again-"
she interrupted him, "what, you're gonna throw a bloody rage govna?"
"im Irish"
"doesn't matter"
there was a long pause.
"kid" she whispered.
The rest of the ride home was silent except for the tunes of Nialls car radio being controlled by a music hungry Arya.
"you literally have nothing good in here." she said while rummaging through some of his CD's
he didn't reply because in all honesty he didn't want to be called "kid" again.
So they Carried on down streets that sent your eyes wondering and your mind wild. People littered the alleyways and lights flickered off. She told him she lived on this street and it was the worse thing you could have heard.
"here"
he pulled his car over into a driveway made up of broken cement and rocks attached to a house that was small and tattered. The roof covered in holes and the sides curving inward. It looked as if a simple blow would send it down.
"aren't you going to say ew or something?"
he was so engrossed in the distraught shape of a so called "home" that he was barely listening.
"wait!" he yelled as she stepped out of the car.
"can I come in?" he asked.
she nodded and gestured him in.
He found his eyes looking everywhere and at nothing. The house was bare except for an old leather couch and a lamp without shade. It was made up of a living room, a small room not big enough to be called a kitchen, a closet, bathroom, and open bedroom. The bedroom was obviously not hers. It was this nice blue with stickers of space ships and stars peeling off of it. a small cracked race car bed in the very center of the room.
"Who's room is that?" he asked pointing directly into the room.
"Peter's."
"your brother?"
"my son" she replied.
she couldn't have been older than 22 and the room looked as if it had belonged to a child no more than five or six.
"when you have a fucked up friend of your dad's shit happens" she explained referring to the boy.
Niall just left it at that Arya however didn't,
"come on, I'll introduce you...kid"
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Chasing Arya (A Niall Horan fanfiction)
Фанфикhe is a celebrity. she is nothing. When Niall Horan stumbles across a woman in trouble his instincts tell him to save her. however he thought that would be the end of his heroism. now he is entranced by the girl he has saved and is determined to hel...
