TIME - n.h

{ *! one } - Cry

// Niall

Do you know that feeling where the only thing you can do is cry? Well I'm way beyond that point. All I can do is sit here, red-rimmed eyes, blotchy cheeks, and just look at my reflection in the mirror. Pathetic.  I know. Hell, I don't even know why I'm crying. I'm just...sad. People always ask why I'm so sad but...do you really need a reason to be depressed? People say that it's a sickness but do you ever ask someone why the have the flu? I didn't think so. 

Know who you are.

 I'm Niall James Horan. I'm 19 years old and I am in uni. I have two best friends, Liam and Zayn and they've been with me since day one. I live with me mum, as sad as that sounds, and my sister Jessie. She's a wretched little thing but I guess that's how all kids are at 13. 

I don't know why I felt the need to repeat all of this whenever I slip into these kind of moods, I guess you could say it helps being me back to reality. That if I really look at it, everything is alright, things are alright. Things are normal. Things are okay. But did I really want them to be? Everyday is the same routine.

Breakfast.

School.

Lunch.

School.

Hang out with the lads.

Home.

Cry.

Dinner.

Cry.

Bed.

Why was I crying? Because I honestly had nothing better to do, my life was so boring, so dull...so empty that I had nothing to do but cry. Of course my mother and sister loved me but that was far from enough. While everyone wished for a normal life I wished for something anything but. 

Little did he know that he was about to get way more than he bargained for. 

It was on 6 P.M. and I would have to get up for supper eventually. Unfortunately, I couldn't avoid the daily conversation of - "Why are you crying?" and "Did something happen?" They should know now that the answer will be the same every single time. "I'm perfectly fine, just allergies." 

It was a vicious cycle that happened everyday. I was sick of it, sick of routine, sick of a schedule. But it was the only thing I knew, I felt safe knowing what would happen. As much as I despise it, I knew nothing else.

After the excruciating long dinner I had decided to go upstairs to finish my homework. I wished a goodnight to his mother and sister before he headed to his room. 

It was around noon when I finally finished everything that was due the next day. I pushed himself off from my bed and headed over to the sitting window. It was probably one of my favorite place to be. Before my father passed away he would sit there and he would read me a story everynight. It was the most anticipated part of my day. Sure, I got older but still, my father's voice being the last thing I heard before I succumbed to sleep was the best feeling in the universe. 

Times like these really made me miss my old man, I  was the closest to my father so when the accident happened it was like my whole world shattered. My father was spontaneous, he was different. Reckon that's what my mum saw in him. She was always a structured woman. Follow the rules and all of that foolishness. My father though, he was the complete opposite. I guess you could say that he showed her a different kind of world that didn't involve rules. 

Now that he was gone though my mother has returned to that woman with a strict conduct of order. But that's okay,  at this point I was quite used to it. She just doesn't want to lose me like my father and I understand that. I would hate to be the one that sent her over the edge. 

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of broken glass coming from the other side of my window. I flicked on the overhead light that gazed down upon the patio. I see Liam down there with a rock in his hand, prepared to throw. I open my window to stop him from doing so but he clearly didn't get the memo as the rock came flying. Before I could do anything my face came in contact with the small pebble. 

"Frick. Liam really?" I whispered down at him.

"What the hell do you want?"

"A buddy of mine is having a party and I wanted to know if you want to tag along," he asked, hands cuffing the sides of his mouth as if it was going to make him sound any louder.

"Yeah..no. See for one thing my mom will not let me go out at all let alone at 12 a.m." I reminded Liam incase he forgot how strict my mother was.

"Mate, you're 19 you can do whatever you want," he argued back. He did a point but I don't want to risk the chance of being locked out of my house. 

"Yeah, well I would rather not be kicked out tonight," I shot back raising an eyebrow.

"Niall, just come, we'll be back before your mother even notices you're gone," he promised before jutting a lip out. "Please Niall, please?"

I let out a long exasperated sigh before nodding my head. I went and grabbed a T-Shirt and threw it over my head before climbing out the window. I'm so thankful that I don't have a fear of heights or this would have been my worst nightmare. 

When my feet finally hit the ground I turned and looked at Liam before raising an eyebrow once again, "This better not be a waste of me time, I've got a test tomorrow." 

So yeah, there's the first chapter of TIME. I'm going to remind you guys that this is a Narry Storan fanficiton and I've never actually done Narry so bare with me. I have everything planned out it's just the writing process that has to happen. I'm really excited about this and I feel like it's going to be a great success. If this chapter gets enough votes I might even upload the second chapter today. Anyway, Vote, Comment, and Like? Is that still a thing? Whatever. 

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