Gone

Despite the fact my Dad was basically threatening my boyfriend, I still couldn't help but feel I was one step closer to him being less over-protective and more trusting. I really needed more of that in my life. In order for me to have faith in myself, I needed other people to have faith in me first.
"Dad," I grinned, now almost crying with happiness, "thank you,"
He nodded silently and left the room, leaving the door wide open.

I leapt into Niall's arms with glee, pretty much squealing with excitement. Josh wandered into my room with an odd expression on his face-not quite tired but something along those lines.
"What's with all the racket? He whined, "First you're yelling at each other and now you're all happy. What the hell is going on? Actually don't tell me, I really don't care. Just keep it down,"
He moped back out of the room grumpily.

Mum finally rocked up. We could hear her car from upstairs. I stuck my head out the window and watched as she hopped out with six plastic bags, only half of them full of groceries. Now I was confused. Didn't she go shopping yesterday? But when I thought about it, it did sound like her, going shopping two days in a row. It was her way of coping when things got difficult. Which wasn't necessarily a good thing. Especially for her wallet which was now probably empty.

I was curious to know what was bothering her to the point where it caused her to double the amount she would usually buy. I hoped it wasn't anything too bad. That it had nothing to do with me or Dad. I wouldn't cope if my parents split up. It's nothing to worry about, I told myself, people go out and spend money all the time. But at the back of my mind I had my doubts. Bringing them to the surface wouldn't do anything except worry me. And that's the last thing I needed right now.

Niall stood behind me and when I turned around he gave me a smile, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
"Are your parents cool with you spending all this time with me?" I asked.
I seriously hoped his family situation was completely average. That he at least wasn't in some foster home with abusive parents. I crossed my fingers behind my back, waiting for him to answer. He suddenly shied away, studying the ground.

"My parents passed away when I was three months old,"
Fucking brilliant. Good job Kaia, way to bring up your boyfriend's dead parents. I felt bad for him. I suddenly felt so much luckier. Here I was, worrying about my Mum and Dad drifting apart when he hadn't even met his.
"That's awful, I'm so sorry,"
"Don't be. I was adopted by Harold and Louise. They were good friends of my parents. They're like family to me. Honestly, if I had the chance I'm not sure if I would change the way things panned out. I mean, who knows what my real Mum and Dad would've been like. They could've been horrible, abusive even. I guess I'll never know,"

Notes

DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!