Look After You

Why are you so broken?

*Niall Horan's POV

Dark, gloomy clouds smother the rapidly dawning night sky, the bright yellow sun disappearing in a flash as the turbulent rumbling friends came out to play.

'Looks like its going to rain,' I observe, blue eyes trained on the outside world so different from the inside: where darkness roamed like savage beasts outside, light shone over the inside like a star; while sadness and anguish crept over the place I lived in, happiness and laughter strengthened the bonds from within.

Shaking my head, I push away from the window and quickly help my mom set dinner, smiling at her thankful look.

"It's nice to have you back, Niall," Maura-my mother- softly murmured, her hand gently touching my cheek as she gazed at me with fond loving eyes.

"It's nice to be back, mum," I candidly reply, pink lips tugging into a wide beaming smile before I pulled away and placed the plates on the table.

We stayed like that for a few minutes: me helping out anyway that I could (without actually touching the food because while I am a avid eater, I am not a cooker) and mum gently stirring whatever it was we were having-it smelled good, so I guess it was one of my favorites.

"How was tour?" Blue eyes glide over to my mother who was sparing her glances between the food and me.

'That's right,' I remembered, my blue eyes moving towards the ceiling as I lent against the wooden counter. 'The others and I had just finished our Up All Night Tour, so we went our separate ways: Me back to Ireland where my family awaited, and the others to the UK. Surprisingly enough, even though I didn't get much parts, I really enjoyed the whole thing: the other lads were great, all really amazing-excuse me, amazayn as the fans say-and just nice, the songs we performed were really good, and overall the fans were just awe-strucking. I mean, who knew we'd get so popular in such a little time?'

I'm shaken out of my thoughts, the smile on my lips stretched wide until it was ear-to-ear, when I feel my mother gently touching my shoulder.

"Niall?" Mum's soft, concerned filled eyes instantly brings me back to the question at hand.

"It was brilliant," I breathed, grinning at the chuckle my mother let loose.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Mum responded, both of sharing a small grin before I pushed myself off the counter and walked back into the living room where my dad-Bobby Horan- and older brother-Greg Horan-was sitting in.

"There you are!" Dad grinned as he got up and quickly herded me into the couch seat next to my brother. "We were wondering where you had vanished off like some ghost."

"Sorry," I grin sheepishly up at my dad, complying the move and sitting next to my brother who have me a sideways grin. "I was helping mum with dinner."

"No, no, that's excellent, excellent of course," Bobby shot me a wide smile, eyes twinkling like stars in the midnight sky. "Greg and I just wanted to get the dirt on how the tour was. Was it good? Bad? Did you meet anyone?"

Irish cheeks darken as I attempt to glare at my father, the red darkened even further when both of the occupants in the room just burst into peals of laughter that rang throughout the semi-small living room like bells.

"Really dad?" I groaned as I flopped my face into my hands, pink lips curled into a small smile as I tried in vain to hold in the peals of laughter. "Really?"

"Oh give him some credit, little bro," Greg smirked as he replied, the smirk all to easily seen through his tone (which was playful and hints of arrogance). "You've been gone for quite some time, naturally we want to know everything there is to know."