Denial

Chapter 7

"We are not dating" I assure Aash, for the hundredth time already.

It is 6am and I'm trying to get ready for school, but my sister keeps asking questions about my "relationship" with Harry. I try to tell her that there is absolutely nothing going on between us, that he was kidding yesterday. However, she doesn't seem to believe me and she says there is something going on there, but I obviously don't want to accept it.

She is nuts and she is driving me fucking crazy.

I ignore her, as she keeps insisting that I should just tell her the truth, and i close the bathroom's door behind me. I need to get ready, or else I'll be late for school. At least I won't have to walk with her to school, since Niall is picking me up today.

Today I go for some boyfriend jeans, a nirvana shirt and a black snapback with some sneakers. Once I'm finished, I just brush my hair and finally go to the kitchen.

"Good morning" I greet my mom, once I'm already in the kitchen and I take a seat to eat breakfast.

"Good morning sweetie" says mom, but I notice the sad tone behind her voice. My mom has her back on me, since she is cleaning the dirty dishes, but I don't have to see her to know she is crying. Something is wrong, yesterday my dad didn't come home again. This has happened a few times before, every time my parents get in a big fight.

I hear my mom sniffles, and it breaks my heart. I hate seeing her like this, crying all the time; it breaks my heart.

I want to comfort her and tell her that everything is going to be okay. I want to hug her and tell her that I hate her seeing like this, that I want her to be happy. However, as much as I try to help her every single time, she doesn't listen and doesn't let me help her. She doesn't let anyone help her really.

I sigh before I take a bite of my French toast. I eat in silence, and wait for Niall. My sister isn't here yet, I guess she is taking so long to get ready, as always.

Ten minutes go by, until I finish my breakfast and I brush my teeth. Once I'm done, the doorbell rings just in time. Niall is finally here.

I grab my things and give my mom a peck on the cheek, telling her that I love her, before I rush to the door.

I open the door and Niall is standing there, wearing a hoodie, some pants and his usual white sneakers. His nose is a little red because it is so freaking cold outside.

"Hey" he smiles.

"Hey" I smile back at him.

"You ready?" he asks and I nod.

He makes his way to his Range Rover, and I follow him. This is his third car, since he has destroyed the others. I don't even know how his parents can afford paying for a new car every single month, or how they even give him a car since he always does something to them. He got his license after he failed about three times, he is the worst driver.

He opens the door for me, as always, and I climb into the passanger's seat. Once we're both inside, he starts the engine and I turn the heat on, it is so freaking cold.

"Thanks for picking me up" I say.

"You know I'll pick you up whenever you want to" he says, and I smile, he is so nice.

"Then pick me up every day" i joke, and he laughs.

I turn the radio on, and Maroon 5 is playing. Niall loves all types of music, from Maroon 5 from the Eagles, but he listens to pop music the most. He actually likes boybands, which is weird considering he is a guy. I turn the volume up a little.