Kylie POV

Sometimes good intentions can get you into a lot of trouble. This was a lesson I have learned well. Sometimes what you want for people is not what you need and sometimes you have to let go when all you want to do is hold on. Love is a tricky thing. It waxes and wanes like the tides. Just when you think it is gone it comes flooding back like a tsunami. The problem is at some point you have to get out of the water.

I never expected to hurt this many people. I tried my best to do what I thought was right. That's another lesson I have learned. Hearts lie and sometimes thinking gets people into a lot of trouble. I should have listened to the advice of others. No, scratch that I should have stayed in California, but I didn't. Sometimes I wish I had. Life would still be easy and I would have missed out on a lot of mistakes and heartache. Most of the time though I wouldn't have missed it for the world. The moments where everything was perfect and right with the world made it all worth while.

I sit at 30,000 feet penning this as a sort of confession. Where am I going? I don't quite know yet. All I know is I need to get away from it all. I know running won't solve anything but it sure feels good. Someday maybe I will send this to them. Let them know my version of the story and all the mistakes that led to my downfall.

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Mistake #1: An overexcited brother is never a good sign
"Kylie." The call split the already loud buzz of the airport.
I craned my neck trying to catch a glimpse of the speaker. Even with my heels on I still couldn't glimpse my brother. It wasn't that I had a hard time seeing it was just that Niall was well, short. I was beyond excited to see him again. All the skype calls, snap chats and emails couldn't make up for the fact that I hadn't seen my brother face to face in 4 years. I felt a large force barrel into me grabbing me around the waist. I screamed making the people around me stare.
"You're home!" I heard joyously announced.
I relaxed slightly knowing it was Niall. He got over excited at times which made me wonder how much sugar he had already had.
"Put me down." I demanded.

Niall had always been the outgoing. His smile and charm had made him friends easily. I hadn’t been surprised last year when he called me bursting with excitement to tell me he had been nominated for the royal court for junior prom. I had been the more introverted one. When I left for California I had barely been able to form a sentence together when addressed without stuttering. 4 years of speech therapy later and some of my friends could barely get me to shut up.

Niall dropped me as suddenly as he had grabbed me. My heel slipped from the impact but I managed to regain balance. Whoever said wearing heels on an airplane was a good idea should be shot.

“Why do you have to be so tall?” Niall whined.
He awkwardly tried to put his elbow on my shoulder as we walked towards the door. . His arm was raised at an angle that looked painful.
“I guess I just got the tall gene squirt.” I teased shrugging his arm off my shoulder and ruffling his hair.
Niall pouted at me and I smiled slightly.

The cool air hit my face as I exited the airport. I breathed deeply staring at the bustle around me.
“I am glad to be home though.”
Niall looked at me a slight smile on his face. “Seriously?” He asked.

I nodded my head. It was true. While California laid heavily in my head it would never be home. My home was here in Ireland with the green roling hills and rainy days instead of the palm trees of southern California. The overcast sky provided a stark contrast to the beautiful blue I had come to know. My heart swelled at the thought that in just over an hour I would be home.

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I stared at the raindrops running down the window with a slight smile. The rain made the moors look bleak through the glass. A fog hung over the hills giving the land a haunted feel. This is what I had missed. I had often walked out to the fields in California in the early morning when there was a light fog and it was the closest I got to feeling at home. Those were the quiet moments with just me and the clouds. I had only ever brought someone there once and it had been a mistake. I saw the black forms that indicated that we were near the town. Building loomed out of the fog as we passed through the town. 10 minutes later Niall pulled the car into the driveway.

He looked at me with a smile. We hadn’t spoken much on the trip. There was so much I wanted to tell him but Niall was letting me tell him on my own timing. Taking a deep breath I shoved the car door open. Kicking my heels off I spun in the driveway in my bare feet. The gravel was smooth beneath my feet and the raindrops pelted my skin. In that moment I was oblivious to other people it was just me and the rain. My legs performed the pirouettes they had been trained to do. A feeling of joy and comfort built in my chest. It was in that moment I knew I was home.

“Hey Ballerina you’re getting soaked.” Niall yelled through the rain.
I stopped twirling and smiled widely at him. Niall’s smile reflected my own like a mirror. “Come here.” He said opening his arms.
I gladly stepped into his arms. Niall’s arm gripped me tightly. It felt safe.
“I’m really glad you're home.” Niall murmured into my ear.
“Me too.” I said smiling. Niall just gripped me harder.
“Can’t breathe.” I croaked.
“Sorry.” He said with a smile letting me go.

I shook my head lightly before heading up to the door. I stopped just before it. I raised my arm to knock and put it back now nervous. I had been gone so long I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to knock or just open it. I reached for the door handle and then withdrew my hand. Shuffling my feet I bit my lip debating what to do.

“It’s your house too.” Niall joked opening the door.
“It has been a long time.” I admitted ducking under Niall’s arm to enter the house.
Not much had changed since I had left. Grandma’s old potpourri still stood on the mantle above the fireplace in the foyer. There were still mud scuffs on the walls from Niall and I’s roughhousing when we were little. My mother had never been able to get rid of them.

“Is she home?” I heard a woman’s voice ask from the living room on the left.

Taking a deep breath I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder.
“There’s no need to be nervous.” Niall said trying to make me less nervous.
I smiled and took the 10 steps from the front door to the living room. I gave a slight wave and smile when I entered. A crowd of people sat on the couches. I saw a welcome back banner hung over the fireplace. A range of drinks sat on the table. A homey feel coated the room. “Oh my baby.” I heard cooed as my mom wrapped me up in a hug.
“Hi mom.” I said into her shoulder as I gave my mom a long hug.
“Oh let me see you.” She said her voice thick as she held my at an arms length.
“You’re so beautiful.” She commented and I noticed tears in her eyes.
“Don’t cry mom.” I replied but felt the prick of my own threatening to fall.

After my mom stepped back I was barraged by my family. Aunts, uncles, and cousins they all had come. Though I enjoyed catching up I was starting to get a little overwhelmed. I was being barraged with questions about California and my trip. Family members pulled me into random hugs. Niall came up and rescued me slinging his arm over my shoulder. I gave him a slight smile thanking him.

“Theres someone I want you to meet.” He said leading me towards the fireplace. It was then I had noticed a stranger among our group. His back was turned towards me as he studied a picture on the mantle. I turned slightly to Niall. “Who?” I started but Niall shushed me like we were 8 again. “Did you just……” I started as Niall had a tight grip on my arm.
He just rolled his eyes.
“Harry.” He called out.
The figure turned towards us with a smile. He cocked his head when he noticed me. Niall let go and gave Harry one of those weird guy hugs where they clasp one hand and chest thump.
“This is my sister Kylie.” He said gesturing towards me. “Kylie this is our new neighbor Harry.”

“What happened to Mr. Jenkins?” I asked referring to our old neighbor.
“Nursing home.” Niall said.
“Poor them.” I retorted.
Mr. Jenkins had been one of those grumpy old men neighbors. He had always been yelling at Niall and I for doing something. To tell the truth Niall and I had tramped through his garden, tormented his terrier and frequently gone swimming in his pond. Our young brains had always been confused as to why he was yelling at us.

Harry cleared his throat drawing my attention back to him. I turned back to him. I finally got a good look at him. His curls drooped over his forehead. His short sleeved shirt was stretched taut across his chest. His green eyes met mine.
“You never said she was pretty.” He commented.
Niall rolled his eyes and punched Harry’s arm lightly.
“She’s a Horan.” He retorted.
Harry stepped towards me slightly. I cocked my head slightly.
“Hi.” He said lightly.
“Hi.” I said reflecting his tone and thinking coming home may have been a better idea than I had imagined.

Notes

so yay new story I am determined to get all the way through this one :) so yeah gifs for you guys :)

Kylie in the Prologue:


dancing in the rain:


coming home:


so yeah let me know what you think :)
bye lovelies :)


PS: If you were curious here's her outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/home_sweet_home/set?id=137758654
PPS: Sorry for rambling :P