I Hope One Day (Nouis boyxboy)

Chapter2.

Hey sweeties, 

Chapter two, I hope you like it and pleas let me know what you think!! :) Dedication to @Rainbowhoranhugs because she begged me to. No just joking I love you hazza xoxox

XoxoxDebje

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The next morning I got up groaning and my head was pointing. I didn't have to be at school till twelve and I only had three hours class.

I took a shower and put on some clothing. I walked downstairs hoping my dad already left. Just when I was about walked into the kitchen I saw him sitting on the cough reading a newspaper. 'morning dad', I tried. 'Morning Niall',I sighed and walk into the kitchen knowing he wouldn't say more.

Sometimes I wish I'd never come out, but then I think about Louis and think it was all worthy. Louis is the one for me and I'm his. Even if not many people support us I was happy I met Louis.

I made breakfast and lunch for school and made my way back upstairs. I sighed loud put my laptop on, on the end of the bed and crapped my homework of my desk. Louis text to say he couldn't be there tonight because he had to do something for work. I told he didn't have to worry, but I knew he would. And he know me to know I wouldn't enjoy my day anymore.

I walked out the school making my way home. Where I could throw myself on my bed and cry myself to sleep. To say it was a bad day would be an understatement. It had been one of the worse days ever. I thought for ones it could go well and then there was Sam off course.

 I sat down in art class, the only one I like, and we had it for two hours. Just because we have to work on or own and I'm actually good at drawing things. We got a paper where we've to read what to make. Today option was: Love. I smiled at myself actually knowing what to make.

After a hour I finished my drawing, then the worst part came. Our teachers said to come forward and tell what you drawed and why. 'Mr. Horan, take the honor and come first', she said. I liked at her pleading hoping I didn't have to do this, but off course I had.

I slowly walked to the front of the class, feeling all the eyes fall on me. I sighed and showed my drawing. It was a simply drawing of Louis and if I'd knew I'd to show in front if the damn clad I'd never done it. 'faggot', I heard someone say as soon as I show it and a view whispers and snickers followed after it.

'Niall can you explain what you draw', my teacher asked. 'Because his gay', I heard someone snicker. 'I draw this and it's none of your damn business why', I said whisper yell. The teacher sigh and let me sat back.

The rest of the time I zoned out letting nothing come to me. Off course I could feel the eyes on me the whispers and laughs.

I wiped away my tears as I opened my door. Just a view more month and your done Niall, I told myself. Just when I was about to walk up the stairs my father yelled. I slowly turned around and walked into the living room.

'What's wrong with you Niall!', he yelled and walked towards me. 'W-what do you mean dad', I slowly stuttered and walked back. My dad had never hit me or anything but I thought about that it maybe would come someday.

'Don't act like you don't know what you did!, I'm ashamed off you. I got a call off school saying you draw something, I told you not to public your disgusting love life', he spat. I just stood there not being able to speak breath or move. 'give me that drawing', he said moving his hand towards me. 'what', I ask not really believe what he just said. 'I said give me the damn drawing Niall James Horan!!', He yelled, I slowly nodded and handed him the drawing from my bag.

He looked at it disgusting,' I'm so disgusting with you!!!'. He yelled and shredded the drawing. I stood there looking how slowly every piece felt down to the cold ground. Me farther looked at me and leaved the room without another word.

I felt down to the ground on my knees, tears stream down my face as I slowly picked up the piece. The pieces of the only thing in life I loved.