out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 17

NIALL HORAN

I fall asleep in my old bedroom. I look over to the white transparent clock on the wall to see what day it is and it’s Sunday. My dad usually goes to church every week. I groan and go to my old bathroom to find new sealed brushes. I get a shower since I hadn’t taken a shower last night. I get dress and change into my old “Kiss Me I’m Irish” t-shirt and my old skinny jeans that happens to still fit in me.

I grab my car keys and my phone and shove it into my jean pocket and get down stairs to find my dad is all dressed up like a million dollar man. He doesn’t wear suit or anything. He wears a polo shirt but somehow—he looks like that rich guy that gets anything he wants.

“I’m going to the church. Are you coming?” He asks in a cheery voice.

“No, I have to go somewhere.” I chuckle.

“It has been—what? 2 months? Since the last time you went to church?” He asks.

“Yep.” I answer shortly.

I grab a milk from the fridge and pour it down on the glass. I drink it up and make myself a coffee. My dad excuses himself to go to the church as I wait in the kitchen to see Marcus putting plates in the dishwasher.

I look over at my phone and tap on Contacts to find Melanie Richards with two shits emoji with a silly smiley face on it. She typed it by herself. I laugh as I shake my head. I tap on message and try to text her. But at the same time, I don’t want to text her, it looks ordinary and just as simple as me hitting on her.

MELANIE RICHARDS

I wake up by my alarm. It’s Monday already and I feel nothing but to kill myself. I sit up and reach for my phone on my bedside table. It’s 6.00 am and I swipe the screen to see more notifications. I open messages which shows Jamie’s texts.

Sorry that I left, you were asleep. Lol.

I chuckle and stand on my feet. I throw my phone back to the bed and head down the stairs to make myself a breakfast. I pour in milk and my Froot Loops. Then I go to my bedroom to clean myself and to get ready. I put on my white plain t-shirt and my blue skinny jeans. I touch up my face with some makeup since the black round beneath my eyes are revealing. I head to the front door and my mom calls me out from the back in sudden.

“Melanie, do you have a minute?” My mom shouts at me from the kitchen.

“What?” I growl as I walk and head to the kitchen. My mom sits on one of the chairs and she smiles at me. “I met a cute guy last night. I don’t know,  I feel like telling you this—“

“Mom, if this is about your love life, I don’t mind. As long as you’re happy, I won’t go crazy about it.” I throw my hand in the air and roll my eyes. It’s true, my mom has been with herself for a long time. Six years without a guy that’s actually there for her.

“No, no.” She giggles.“No it’s not about me. It’s about you. He’s nice, polite, charming. He’s amazing. I met him last night. He is my boss’ son. I’m just going to suggest him for you, you know, since you don’t have any boyfriends for the past one year I think it’s time for you to recover and—“

“Oh my God, mom. Really.” I shift my head up. “I’m out of here.” I shake my head at her then quickly head myself to the front door. As I hear my mom laughs, I shout at her “What’s so funny?”

“Sometimes, you just have to listen to your mom’s suggestion. I mean, I think he might be a great fit for you.” She’s still grinning, holding her laugh.

I hold my laugh at my mom’s sarcastic remark. “You know why I don’t want to take your suggestion? Because apparently, who needs baby sitting in here is you, not me. End of discussion.” I state jokingly and leave her laughing.

“Okay, well, just saying.” She leans by the wall as I open the front door.

“Yeah, talk to me when you’re sober.” I chuckle and shake my head. “Bye mom!” I wave my hand and close the front door. As I drive down to the neighborhood to go to school, I pick up Jamie and get a breakfast at his house again to eat some pretzels.

“By the way, you won’t believe what my mom just said this morning.” I chuckle, eating my almond pretzel.