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four

Over the course of the next three weeks, it seemed like the concert had been completely erased from Niall's mind. In a way, it had. His mother was being harsher than ever, constantly shouting and hitting at him. Lucky for Niall, Maura was smart enough to avoid his face.

The day before the concert, Harry was jumping around and screeching and getting thrown out of class repeatedly because he couldn't sit still. Most of the teachers looked like they wanted to strangle him. By the end of the day, Niall was still snorting back laughter.

"It isn't funny!" Harry whined. "Anxiety!"

"You say that, Haz," Niall answered. He finally couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, and he laughed for two minutes straight. "I'm anxious too, but you don't see me getting thrown out of class. What is your mum going to say?"

"Mum won't say anything because I am not telling her." Harry said firmly. "She'll be disappointed, and I don't like seeing my mum disappointed." Niall and Harry both got into harry's car. "Where am I taking you?"

"My house," Niall grumbled. "Mum wanted me home early today." That wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the truth, either. Maura didn't care when Niall was home; either way, she was going to scream at him and possibly throw some things. Niall figured it would be even worse seeing as he wouldn't be home tomorrow.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked suspciously. "You rarely ever go home before having dinner at mine."

Niall shrugged and tried to maintain a neutral face. "Like I said, Mum wanted me home."

Lucky for Niall, Harry didn't push it. Instead, he drove Niall to his house and said, "Remember I'm coming to get you at noon tomorrow!" Then he was gone.

Niall was hesitant to walk into his house. What would be waiting for him in there? Surely not what he wanted to see. Niall mentally painted a happy picture of his mum and dad and brother all waiting inside for him. Greg would be laughing about something their father said, and he would hug Niall as soon as he saw him in the doorway. Maura would be in the kitchen making food. Things would be as they had been in the past.

The picture erased itself as Niall walked through the door.

His mum was still there, of course. She was pacing in the living room, holding a kitchen knife in her hand. "Mum?" Niall asked softly as he walked in the door. The last thing Niall wanted was to startle his mum into throwing the knife.

"What, Niall?" Maura yelled in an exasperated tone. "Can't you see I'm doing something?!"

"I just wanted to know why you're holding a knife." He kept his voice soft. "Can I take it back to the kitchen? You're worrying me."

"I don't know, can you?" Maura sneered. "Can you even do anything besides cry and obsess over that stupid boy band? You'll never meet them, you know, and they could never love a piece of trash like you anyway."

Niall felt the tears well up in his eyes, but he refused to let his mum see them. She would only yell more insults if she did. Unsteadily, Niall wobbled his way back to his bedroom.

He didn't understand why his mother was so cruel. She had once been nice to him. They had once been a loving family. Then Niall's father died and Greg moved away. Somehow, it was Niall's fault.

It was Niall's fault his father died. He sobbed softly at the thought. He shouldn't have rushed to pick Niall up. It was Niall's fault.

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Niall woke up on the floor the next morning. His head was pounding and he had a sour taste in his mouth, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that Niall would be meeting Liam. He would be seeing Liam sing live.

He stood from the floor much too fast. Niall felt like he would throw up, so he rushed to the bathroom and did indeed throw up his lunch from the previous day.

It was ten in the morning, and Niall needed to get off of the bathroom floor and look for the perfect concert outfit. He knew that he should have done it weeks ago when Harry was shopping for his, but Niall, being the procrastinator he is, decided to wait.

He was kicking himself as he looked through his closet. Nothing seemed good enough to meet his boys in. It all looked too ugly or too old or too colorful. He finally settled on a large grey sweater and black skinny jeans.

Niall downed two pills for his headache before taking a shower. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a little voice told him that it would be a good idea to break out some of his old anxiety meds and take those before the concert, but Niall decided against it. The anxiety pills made him dizzy and emotional, and most of the time they actually made his anxiety worse than it already was.

His hair smelled like peaches and his skin was soft and pink when Niall stepped out of the shower. He rubbed vanilla scented lotion everywhere, even a little behind his ears. Niall brushed his teeth three times and swore to himself that he wouldn't eat before the meet and greet.

Finally, Niall put on his clothes, fixed his hair, and put a bit of concealer over the small blemishes on his face. Harry would be knocking on his door any minute. Niall grabbed the little book that he had been working on for ages. He debated on if he really should do it or not.

Harry knocked loudly on his bedroom door. How did he even get in the house? Sighing to himself, Niall grabbed a pen and his phone before going to stop Harry from breaking his door down.

"I'm here!" Niall hissed as he saw Harry. Harry whistled.

''You clean up good, Nialler! What's the book for?"

Niall gave him a bright smile. "It's a little present for Liam."

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ahhhhhh

another chapter done!

i'm really hoping to have a cover for this soooooooon

my hair is wet

oki, no one cares.

i'll just be leaving now

comment?

baiii

1053 words

19.12.14