The Irish One

CHAPTER 14~ THE GUY WHO IS REALLY BAD AT WHITE LIES
DAY FOUR
CHAPTER SONG~ Moments, One Direction
[Freckleton Apartments, Avaline's POV]
It's been a few days since I have heard from him or seen any of them. It was aggravating. But it had to be done.
I sat around on my computer for those past several days either sketching up new story boards or I was taking apart my broad just to put it back together. Charlie, Cole and Ed have tried to stop by a couple times but I gave them the excuse that I was 'sick'.
I was though; sick. I was sick of being the way I am.
I was a recluse, hot headed, and petty.
On one particular day, however, while I was flipping through channels, the front door opened and John steps in, luggage and take out bag in hand.
"Hey.." I mumble, still channel surfing.
"Hallo, wie bist du?"
"Gut, denke ich. Wie steht es mit Inhen?"
"Gut," He mumbles. His face turns more serious then, and his blue eyes harden up a bit. "The school called."
I feel myself shrug. "Okay."
"What happened this time?"
I shrugged. "She got too close. I warned her to back off."
"Nani," he groans, tossing his book bag and suitcase on the other side of the couch and began to pace the living room. Here come's the speech again. "What are you doing? This was a good school. You can't keep getting kicked out because of fights."
"I didn't want to be there in the first place."
He runs his hand through his blond hair tiredly. "Where the hell do you want to be, then?"
"Home."
"Nani, this needs to stop. I'm tired of this. We've been having this fight for eleven years. You need to mind yourself. Why can't you just-"
"Do you even know what's going on, John?!" I yell, shooting up from the couch. "Do you even know what the hell is fucking going on?"
"Nitch mit mir reden!"
"This is exactly what I'm talking about! What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm trying to be a father! I'm just trying to take care of you! This is home, Nani. Accept that!"
"You've done nothing but run from home!" I scream back. "Und mich!"
"I do not understand, Nani." He says.
"Are we not German? You do not get it, John, these people don't want me around, I stand out. I don't fit in with these English. This is not home!"
"You make yourself stand out."
"Didn't she, though?"
John stands up as well and starts to go to his room.
"Dad..." I plea.
John stops walking. He freezes. His hand hovered over the knob of the door, but he does not open it.
"Dad, why didn't you stop her?"
I hear him admit a soft sigh. His hand grips the handle, now. "I'm tired, Nanishka. I'm going to turn in early. Goodnight." And with that, he tugged open the door and disappeared into his room.
This was one thing about John that I hated: he couldn't handle the confrontation.
It didn't matter what it was!
It was things like this that really sucked. I hated this.
I just wanted to be understood. I wanted to be heard and noticed. I didn't want to be that perfect daughter that he wanted me to be. I knew he had always been disappointed with me and my choices. I just want someone to look past the outside me and see that inside this tough, strong façade was a person. That this person had feelings.
I just wanted someone to see Avaline.
Not a skater girl with major temper.
Not the fuck-up daughter.
Avaline.
I suppose that was what Niall was saying. He wanted someone to see Niall. Just Niall. Not Niall Horan of One Direction. Niall from Mullingar Ireland. The guy who is really bad at white lies and hates being called shamrock. The guy who is terrified of the dark and scary movies and snores when he sleeps. Niall who has a good sense of humour and sarcasm and has a super loud laugh- Niall the imperfect person. . . Not Niall, the famous guy who has a lot of money to his name and a perfume with his face on it.
I released and aggravated sigh.
I got it now.
I needed to make a call.
[NIALL'S POV, TUESDAY 6 DECEMBER 2012]
The lads and I were in London, working on the last bits of our new song, Little things. We worked hard on it and the five of us were really excited. Simon came down to congratulate us. We were going to release it on the twelfth of this month, and later, our second album.
We were back at the hotel, lazing around when my phone rang. I stared at the screen and felt myself stop. The boys turned to me and gave me a pointed look that said, 'Are you going to answer that?' I left the main room and went into the bathroom where there'd be more privacy.
"Hello?"
"Niall?" I hear her on the other line. She sounded so hurt.
"Avaline?" I say, but then quickly correct myself. "I mean-"
"Its fine, I don't care anymore." Then she sighs. But it wasn't the annoyed or the tired kind of sigh. It was more of the just done with everything kind of sigh- the slow, long releasing kind.
"Avaline, are you okay?"
She sighs again. "I'm really.. s-sorry." she finally says. I felt my breath hitch. I didn't know the girl very well, but one thing I picked up on was that she was a hard arse and probably has hardly ever uttered the word 'sorry'. So, this was something for her. She only used it when she meant it.
"Don't be, you didn't do anything..."
"Ni, I made you feel like shit, and I.. I'm just sorry, okay? I shouldn't have gotten so pissed off over nothing and I understand why you did.. what you did. Really. It just came as more of a shock, I suppose."
"Avaline?" I say.
"Hmm?"
"If this isn't too soon to ask, can I come back?"
The line went quiet. For a second I thought that she had hung up on me. But she I heard movement, she was probably laying down and now sitting up so she could think better.
"Please do, Niall. I really need a friend right now."
I smiled widely at that. My heart swelled up a bit and I wanted to jump a couple of times. But I held it all in. "What about you other friends?" I ask her.
"They wouldn't get it.." she sighed.
"Oh.."
"Isn't it hard being away from home for so long?" She suddenly asks me.
"Yeah... Uh, it does after a while."
"I miss it."
"You miss it?"
"Yeah"
"Miss what?"
"Home."
"Aren't you home?"
"No, I haven't been home in over twelve years."
"Damn.. Where is home?"
"I don't even know, anymore..."
"A.J?"
"Yeah?"
"I'll be there Friday, okay?"
"Yeah... yeah, okay."

Notes

So why the sudden change of heart?
How do you feel about John and their relationship? Who do you all think Avaline was talking about before? Let me know in the comments below. I love you guys so much and I appreciate your support and comments and votes! It really means a lot to me!
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~ImKindaNot