Little White Lies

Please no...

I walked to where I saw my brother, Matt. He grinned at me and I ran to him, dropping my things and hugging him.

"Hey." I mumbled into his warm neck.

"Hey Rae." He smiled and let go of me. He's 16, but we're still close.

"ive missed you." I said.

"Aw I missed you too." He picked up my suitcase.I held my carry on that Niall had not 5 minutes ago.

"So where are we going?" I asked and starting walking out with him.

"Dad's house." He answered. I immediatly tensed, he didnt notice.

'R-right. Dad's." I mumbled. He was lucky. He was never there when dad was drinking. I made sure of it. When dad drank I was the only target. I wouldnt let Matty get hurt. And He never knew, or should know, what happened. That stays between me and dad. It's like he has a problem with women because that's why mom left. He would never target Matt. If he did, I'd know.

I kept walking with matt to his car. He put my suitcase in and I put my carry on next to it. I got in the front seat and he sat in the driver's seat. I tugged on the jammed seatbelt then finally got it to work. I pulled my hair out of it after I got it on.

I didnt want to see my dad. I would do anything before I went back to him. But I doubt he remembers, with all his drinking anyway. But also there's no doubt that he'd easily do it again.

Matt pulled into the drivey of the small house and I got out of the car. I grabbed my carry on, Matt getting my suitcase and I walked inside. "Dad?" I called neverously.

"Rae? That you darlin'?" He asked.

'Y-yeah dad its me." I answered and he walked out of the kitchen, holding a beer. Why am I not surprised. "I Have to go unpack." I said wuickly and walked to my own room. It had a white and light blue color scheme. I sat on my bed, and took out my phone, checking twitter and instafram. I'm following all of them, Duh.

My mouth fell open at the orange sign at the bottom of my instagram page. 276 comments. I clicked on it. They were all mentions. I clicked on the photo that was there. The picture niall took. My god that freaking angel. His caption was "Anyone know her ? help me..."

Im gonna die. And I kinda screamed. "What?!" MY dad called from the other room and I froze.

"ERm.. I saw a spider." I hit my foot on the bed to make it seem as thoufh I killed it. "Got it!" I called. I mouthed 'ow' to myself as I held my foot. "damn that hurt." I mumbled. My phone rang and I jumped. I grabbed it, but the number was one I didnt know.

"Hello?" I asked as I picked it up. I sounded more irish already, thanks to my family.

"I found you." I heard the smooth voice again.

"N-Niall?" All confidence- Gone.

"yeah, hey." I could almost hear his grin.

"How'd you get my number?" I asked

"You have good friends." I scoffed softly.

"Alright, hi." I said.

"Hi."

"Why did you call exactly?"

"Oh! right.. I know this nice restaurant and its.. uh... I-I mean... Will you go with me?" He said nervously.

'I-I-I... Yes, Of course." I nodded.

'U-um... address? I can pick you up.."

"I'll text you." I replied. I knew letting him pick me up would be a bad idea. But i cant get there any other way.

'Sure, say... 6?" He asked.

"Definitely." I asnwered, smiling.

'Great, see ya." he said and hung up.

Holy fucking..... UGH! Niall horan just asked me out. Niall fucking james horan. I'm dreaming.

So.... I have to look good. I looked around, and found a black dress that I packed. Kinda casual, kinda fancy. It had thin straps and dropped to.. mid thigh. I would be lying if i said I was fat. I'm actually weirdly skinny. So I laid the dress out and went to shower. It's 5:00. So I've only got an hour. The address! I texted him and went off to get ready.