Dark Side of the Moon (1D FanFic)(On Hold)

Chapter 4~ part 2

I am such a terrible person and this is such a terrible chapter. I hate it. I hate myself. Just FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

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Chapter 4 ~ Part 2

-Jonny P.O.V.-

After a hastily eaten dinner, resulting in me burning my tongue, I practically ran to my room. The tension in the air was just to much for me to handle and I needed out.  I shouldn't have asked him that question. It was way to personal. Well, way to personal for him. Note to self, Leprechaun doesn't like talking about his tattoos or his life.

Collapsing on to my bed, I sighed. Crap, I have work tomorrow. I can't believe I forgot about that. Wait, what is today? Let's see, yesterday was Saturday. So, that means that today is...Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Oh, right today is Sunday. I still need to get Leprechaun some clothes though, and other items. Especially since he is 'staying' here for a while.

I wonder how long he will be staying? A week? A month? A year? Cue uncomfortable shudder. I still need to get that paint off the stairwell, unless Niall already did that. Seeing as he put the groceries away he could've done that already too.That was really surprising, I mean what boy would willingly put something away. It's the fact that he did it without me asking which is astounding. Anyway, I really need to get him a suitable place to sleep. Though, he had no problem sleeping with me, which I have to admit, was slightly creepy. Well, maybe a little bit more than slightly. But, at the same time I found him extremely comforting. I felt that he could protect me, which was the first time I have felt that way since-

'I know exactly what I want, and who I want to be. I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine. I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy..'

The sound of my ring tone filled the silent room. That ring tone can only mean one person, the only person that could help me figure this mess out. Scrambling around my room I looked for my phone. Under my pillow. No. On my desk. No. Bedside table. No. In this purple sock. N-Yes? How in the world? Nerver mind. Sliding the unlock button I answered the call.

"ANDY!" I happily squealed into the phone.

"Jo-Jo!" Came his enthusiastic reply.

"Thank god you called I need your help! Like desperately." I plopped back on to my bed and stared at my glow star dotted ceiling. I swear, I put those things everywhere.

"Okay, Andy is here to save the day! But first, I called you to tell you two things."

I nodded my head, and then realized he couldn't see me. "Shoot for it."

"What? Oh, never mind. You and your silly American sayings. First things first. We don't have work tomorrow, some guy accidentally tripped and knocked over the cash machine which then tumbled on to the floor, causing it to um, explode." Andy nervously giggled on the other end of the phone.