Izallouis’ view:
“I can't believe you!” Justin screeched.
“I'm sorry.” I apologized.
“It was my fault. I had the idea.” Grandmum interjected.
“What if something happened?? What would you have done??” Justin was bright pink and stressed.
“Justin, don’t blame her.” Grandmum started to cough. Justin worked about the kitchen and got her a glass of water.
“Look, I'm glad you want to have fun but keep it at the house.” He sighed exasperated.
“What's the difference from an accident at the house or out there??” Now for a minute I had to think if I said that then I realized Justin was doing the Jerichae thing.
“Look, I get you want to go out, but I don’t think Izallouis is ready to handle a situation where something were to happen. It's for both of you. Trust me.” He had a habit of saying that.
“What are we supposed to do here??” She was a little spit fire with words and remarks.
“Anything that isn’t dangerous for you.” He was fighting with my grandmum about her going out and I sat awkwardly watching the whole thing go down. Now you think the child here would be talking back and being rude but I wasn’t. “Just stay at the house. I don’t want any trouble. If you two want to leave someone will have to accompany you and I don’t want to hear another word about it.” With that last word Justin walked upstairs and out of our sight.
“We’ll sneak out.” My grandmum looked at me square and said.
“Let’s just not do it anytime soon.” I smirked and grabbed some food. “Where has grandpa been??” I asked sitting back down.
“He's back home packing up the ole house. He should be coming around soon.” She went to grab some of my vegetables and I pulled the plate away.
“No, get your own.” I said defensively.
“Don’t make me beat you.” She said harsh. I willingly gave up the plate and watched her take some to gnaw on.
“Well now that we are stuck here, what are we going to do??” I asked.
“I have done some research on that Styles and he has a movie out now.” She wiggled her withered eyebrows at me and I knew even though I wanted to say no, deep down I wanted to watch it.
“Can you make the popcorn??” I asked as I walked to the living room.
“Sure.” She faintly said. I then felt bad asking her to do anything but I know she would hate me if I didn’t let her. She is so damn stubborn. I stuck the movie in and it went straight to the screen with the boys on it. I looked at Harry's cute half laughing half smirking face and noticed Zayn’s look. They all looked happy and excited. The blonde one, Niall, caught my eye more than all of them. That 19 or 20 year old boy was my coach. He was going to teach me how to sing and teach me what songs worked for me. Maybe as a joke I could teach him to dance. I smiled looking at his face. On the TV he looks genuinely happy and proud as where in reality he looks tired and broken. I pressed play so the commercials could play through. I walked back in the kitchen to see grandmum grabbing a big bowl.
“It’s ready.” I said and got us drinks. She could walk around, but only for a short amount of time. Soon enough she accompanied me on the couch and we started to watch the movie. The first time I watched it I didn’t really register anything they said but Harry. This time it was Niall. I learned about his family, life, viewpoints, and even him. I liked how he was a family man. His mum seemed really nice and down to earth. I teared up at the part his dad talked about showing him places. He was getting choked up and it was gutting. I'm glad grandmum was so enthralled with Harry's story that she paid no attention to me. I started to focus on Niall on a way I thought I would never see him. He was almost a lot like me. I was seeing things I would say and do through him.

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