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Hey! So this is my first Niam story, and I think its pretty good considering I’m new at this business! I really love Niam, so I decided to write a fanfiction bout em! I hope you enjoy:)
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Niall’s POV~
“NO! Get out of my house you little queer!”
I cringed at the sudden intensity in my mother’s voice. This wasn’t happening, I knew that this could not be happening. My biggest fear had turned into a reality. All I could do was stare, tears blurring my vision, as the one person that I was sure would accept me…. didn’t.
“B-but Mum! I thought…” The emotions overpowered my brain as huge sobs racked my body. My own mother hated me. Tears streamed down my face as she continued to yell profanities at me.
“Thought what?” She asked, chuckling darkly. “Thought that I would accept you? Well here’s a news flash for you! No one in their right mind would love a faggot like you.”
“But…” I began, my voice shaking. But I was cut off.
“There aren’t any “buts” about it. I’ll give you an hour to pack your stuff and then you’re going to get the hell out of here,” My mum said, crossing her arms.
I slowly stood up. This was all happening so fast. Just yesterday, she was sending me off to school with an “I love you, have a good day, Nialler!” and now… I disgusted her.
I walked like a zombie to my bedroom. I had lived here half my life, and the thought of leaving in an hour was hard to take in. I pulled a suitcase out from under the bed and started stuffing it. I fit about seven changes of clothes, two pairs of shoes, and an extra hoodie in there, and then the small suitcase wouldn’t hold any more.
“You have 30 minutes, faggot!” I heard my mum call from downstairs. I almost burst into tears. Could she not even call me by my real name? She gave it to me for a reason. This had to be all one, big, cruel joke.
I began packing a backpack with more cherished belongings. A wallet that held the small amount of cash I had, my iPod, my phone and charger, and finally a picture of my father and brother that had been taken a year ago.
I stared at the picture. It was the most recent picture of the two that I had. It had been taken on New Year’s Eve of last year, at a small New Year’s party that the neighbors held every year. They both had an arm wrapped around the other, and were making funny faces at the camera. I was glad I had this picture to remember them by, where their smiles were so natural, unlike in the family photographs where each smile was forced so that the Christmas card looked just right. No, this was how I always wanted to remember my father and Greg.
“Your times up,” I heard from the doorway. I quickly shoved the framed picture into my backpack before looking over at my mum. She didn’t know I had the picture. After the… accident, she got rid of every trace of my father and brother. I kept it in secret for all of these months, and I didn’t need her taking it away from me now.
“Pick up your shit and get out,” She said, before stomping downstairs to the kitchen to continue her cooking. She wouldn’t even miss me. Tears pricked in my eyes as I slung the backpack onto my back, grabbed the handle on my guitar case, and carefully carried my suitcase down the stairs.
“Bye Mum. I love you,” I whispered one last time, before stepping out the front door and into the darkness.
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Liam’s POV~
“There is no way you can eat that whole cake without throwing up,” I said, smiling at my curly haired friend.