Still
the
One
Chapter Eight
NIALL’S POV
Liam helped me get up and led me into the bedroom.
“You got beat up by a girl,” he snickered and I
glared at him.
“Shut up man,” I moaned and he sighed.
“What did you say?” he asked and I shook my head.
“Terrible stuff,” I said. “Her family ditched
her when she was nine and I was picking on her for it.”
“Isn’t this the girl you have a huge crush on?”
Liam asked, helping me stop the blood that was coming out of my
nose.
“Mmhm,” I hummed and Liam sighed.
“Why’d you say that stuff then?” he asked.
“Why does it matter?” I said. “She’s with
Harry. She forgot about me after a day. It doesn’t matter
Liam.”
“Okay,” he said. “Just say out of the way for a
while, okay? I don’t need you to get beat up
again.”
Liam left and I laid there, on the bed, holding a towel against
my nose.
ANDREW’S POV
Niall Horan. Niall freaking Horan. This kid was my best friend
and that’s what he says to me. He knows how much talking
about my family affects me, considering the fact that they just
left me one day. Truth is, I’ve never really opened up to
anyone about that, not even Maggie.
“Andrew,” Harry called after me as I stormed into the
bungalow. “Andrew! Andrew, babe, slow down.”
“What Harry!?” I yelled and I could almost see him
shrink.
“S-sorry,” he said, wrapping me in his arms.
“What’s going on?”
I buried my head in his chest and started to cry.
“Come on,” he pleaded. “Don’t cry. Just
tell me. What’s been going on in that little head of
yours?”
“I’ve never talked about my parents,” I said in
between little hiccups. “Never ever, not once in my life,
have I talked about them.”
“I think it’s time you do,” Harry said, backing
away but still holding me.
He kissed my forehead, then my cheek, the tip of my nose, and
repeated until I cracked a smile.
“There’s the smile I fell in love with,” he
said, making my smile grow. “Come on. I think it’s
time you let all this out. It’s been, what, six
years?”
I nodded and he sat me down on a couch.
“I—I don’t know where to start,” I said
and Harry sighed.
“Hey, Lou!” he called.
“Harry, I don’t want all of these guys knowing about
this, especially Niall,” I said and he smiled.
“It’s alright,” he said as Louis walked in,
confused, “you can trust Louis, I promise.”
“What’s going on guys?” Louis asked, sitting
down next to me.
“Andrew’s got a lot on her chest,” Harry said.
“She needs a couple of listeners.”
“Oh,” Lou said with a smile. “Well you can
trust me.”
I smiled and sighed. “Do you guys remember, like, back when
you were younger on the playground. You would be playing some
game with your friends and then they’d find something
better to do and run off. Then you’d be there, all alone,
because you didn’t want to play what they were
playing?”
Harry and Louis nodded and I sighed.
“That’s like my life,” I said.
“I’ve grown used to being ditched. My parents and two
brothers left when I was nine. I went to bed one night, and the
next morning they were gone, as well as Maggie’s parents
and sister. I’m not allowed to know where my parents are
but Maggie is. She talks to them a lot as well as her
sister.”
“We all know that,” Louis said. “Harry’s
told us and Niall was there when it happened. Just open
up,” he said, “don’t be scared.”
“I don’t want to talk about it!” I shouted,
suddenly growing angry.
“Yes you do,” a voice inside my head
whispered. “Tell them, Andrew. You know you want
to… tell them.”
“I’m not going to tell them!” I shouted and
Harry and Louis looked at me funny.
“Tell who?” Harry asked.
I thought for a moment about who knew my secret.
“Niall,” I choked out as my breaths became quicker.
“Get Niall.”
iluvyousomuch · 1 decade ago
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OHMIGARSH *breathes heavily*