The Guardian

Chapter Six

“Niall do you want cake?” my mother shouted from the kitchen.

“Can we wait until Dad and Greg get home?” I shouted back.

“But who knows when that will- where did Ali go?” my mother asked as she stepped into the living room, finding me alone on the couch.

I shrugged.

“Is she alright? It’s not like her to leave like that.”

“She’s fine,” I mumbled, getting up off the couch and storming up the stairs to my bedroom. I slammed the door behind me, causing the walls to shake. If I didn’t know better, I would have guessed we just had a minor earthquake. I threw myself on my bed, taking my anger out on my pillow. If I were to punch the wall, I don’t know the next time I would see day light.

“Niall James!” my mother’s voice shrieked through the house.

I stopped beating the shit out of my pillow and buried my face into it, muffling my screams.

[Ali’s POV]

I ran down the short amount of sidewalk from Niall’s house to mine, and I felt the hot tears begin to spill. Why was I crying? I wasn’t upset. I was angry.

Do angry tears exists? I thought to myself as I fumbled with the key, unlocking my front door, slamming it behind me. I quickly shook the stupid thought from my mind as I remembered what had happened that caused these tears, no matter the emotion.

I sprinted up my stairs and into my room, belly-flopping onto my bed as a result of my fit of rage and disappointment, as well as a few others. Basically a mix of every negative emotion one can think of.

Why would he say that? He literally made me look like a child… like I was Niall’s stupid little sister that he didn’t want Brian to take advantage of. Niall’s words ran circles around my brain as my fury took over. I picked up my iPhone and dialed Ella’s number. Despite the fact she’s infatuated with Brian Cassidy, she was the only person I know that might be able to figure out how to fix this.

The phone rang twice before she picked up.

“ALI! Oh my god, today was Niall’s birthday… what do you have to tell me?! Birthday sex?!”

I paused for a second, caught off guard by A: the fact that I was expecting a normal “hello.” (However this was Ella we’re talking about, I should know better by now.) and B: her assumptions about Niall and I. Were things really that sexual on Friday? I shook it off and proceeded with the conversation.

“Hi Ella. Yes it is his birthday, but birthday sex is the complete opposite of what I want to give him right now,” I said, my mood obvious in my tone.