I arrived home, Reign and Zayn dropped me off a little later. Zayn and I didn't kiss the whole time, in fact I found out that he has a passion for not only art, but music as well. He thinks it's embarrassing, but I don't. I think it's cute. He writes music and sings, and I think all those little things add up to make him the lovable and mysterious guy that he is.
I was afraid to open the door, my face was still badly damaged. And I knew they wouldn't take the "I fell." thing from me. So basically, Greg would over react and I was pretty much screwed. I put my hand on the door knob and sighed heavily. I walked in and found Niall sitting on the couch doing something to his guitar, I think adjusting the chords, and Greg was sitting reading a book. I swear, for him to only be in his mid 20's, he acted like he was an old man. Niall looked up at me to smile, but instantly a flash of sadness and horror flashed his features. He rushed over to me, propping up his guitar. When Greg saw Niall rush, he looked at me and instead of horror on his face, fire flamed in his eyes and I could tell instantly that he was upset.
"Brandon..." Niall whispered as he slightly brushed his finger across my lip and then my black eye, making me wince in pain.
"What happened?" Greg somewhat yelled, trying to stay calm but failing miserably.
"I..I fell." I said sheepishly. Niall gave me a sympathetic look, and Greg basically shot daggers at me. I looked away from them. "I'm fine." I said trying to brush past them. But Greg grabbed my shoulder and brought me back to him and Niall.
"Don't lie to me Brandon Michael Horan. You tell me what happened right now! RIGHT NOW." He said now yelling, making me flinch in fear. Saying I got scared easily was an understatement, but Greg was a whole new level of scary when he was mad. I won't say I don't love Greg, because I do he's my brother. It's just that he scares me alot. It's like I have more fear then I do love for him at times, but I know he isn't doing anything intentionally to scare me. He just wants the best for me, and to protect me.
"Brandon... please. Just tell us what happened." Niall said in a softer voice, bring my fear down as I looked into his piercing blue eyes.
"I-I got beat up." I said trying not to stutter. Greg released me from his grip and ran his hands through his hair furiously.
"By who?" He asked.
"This kid, his name was Shane." I said. Greg shot a look at Niall.
"Do you know who Shane is?" Niall shook his head yes, quickly not wanting to upset Greg by stalling. "Look Brandon, I'm not letting this happen again." He said pacing back and forth, thinking of something to do to stop this. Niall came up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pressed me into him. Niall wasn't the tallest guy out there, but I was a little shorter then him. He looked down at me and gave me a small smile. I tried to reciprocate the action, but I couldn't.
"This is what's going to happen." Greg said standing in front of me and Niall. "Wherever you go Brandon, Niall is going with you. Niall, I only want Brandon out of your sight during classes and whenever you can't see him during school. Otherwise, I want you with him all the time. It's obvious Brandon can't take care of himself." Greg said spitting out of anger.
"He was on the rugby team Greg." I said, kind of insulted at what Greg had told me.
"Did you even try to defend yourself Brandon? Huh?" He asked fuming.
"He punched me and then kicked me in my face, I was on the ground in pain! I'm not the incredible hulk! I'm sorry I can't flex my muscles around here like you and Niall." I said and shoved past him and into my room, closing the door. I threw my backpack on the floor and fell face first into my pillow, it seemed to be my only sanctuary right now. This day started off so great. I got to spend time with Zayn, and he knew how I felt about him. He knew that I liked him, and he had feelings for me too. Then I come home to this... stuff. I lay on my bed and find myself drifting to sleep.
I saw Brandon push past Greg and go into his room.
"You didn't have to say that Greg." I said picking up my guitar from where it was propped.
"He shouldn't have just let him get over on him like that." Greg said harshly.
"You know he's sensitive! You know how he is Greg, you need to calm down." I said.
"I need to calm down. Psh." He shooed me with his hand before disappearing into the kitchen.
Greg totally overreacted with this whole situation. Yes, it's unfortunate what happened to Brandon. And I didn't mind having to go where Brandon went, but the thing I hated about whenever Greg yelled at Brandon is he would attack him. He would attack him with words, and that always pissed me off. It wasn't necessary half the time. I finally finished adjusting all the chords on my guitar and stood to go to my room. I decided to check on Brandon. I knocked and got no reply after waiting a few moments. I opened the door slowly to see him asleep, I smiled knowing that he would at least be okay in his sleep. I closed the door and headed back to my room. I propped my guitar back on the stand. I slipped out of my shorts so I was in a t-shirt and boxers. I plopped my head on my pillow and stared at my ceilings. My eyelids felt heavy, and I found myself drifting of into sleep.
A few hours later.
Brandon woke up around 2 am. He stirred around in bed trying to fall back asleep, but he couldn't. He rose up in his bed and rubbed his eyes and stretching. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and walked to his door, opening it slowly. He peered around the hallway, both of his brothers room were asleep. He walked towards his brothers door, which was slightly ajar. He opened the door slowly and quietly. Niall was crazily positioned on top of his covers, half his body laying over the bed, in a deep sleep. He was snoring, but to loud. Brandon snuck to the corner of Niall's room and picked up his guitar, making sure not to bump it into anything.
Brandon walked back into the living room and plopped himself down on the couch. He positioned the guitar against himself and plucked at some strings. Brandon didn't know how to play the guitar, he knew how to play the piano. He would listen to Niall play the guitar all the time, he just wanted to be like Niall. He strummed playfully with the strings, imagining he was actually playing a real song. After a few minutes of playing with the strings on the guitar, he heard the refrigerator door open. He stopped instantly and placed the guitar on the floor next to the couch. A few seconds later he heard Niall smacking on an apple.
"Nice song." Niall spoke quietly, smirking and walking towards the couch. He plopped down next to Brandon and offered him the apple. Brandon took it and bit on the opposite side of the apple, chewing and savoring the juices of the sweet red fruit. "Why are you awake?" Brandon shrugged.
"Couldn't sleep I guess. You?" Brandon asked. This time, Niall shrugged his shoulders.
"Needed a snack." Brandon nodded. "You really want to learn how to play the guitar?" Niall asked his brother.
"Maybe one day, but I was just kind of bored. I always watch you play it and wanted to see if I could pick up on it." Niall nodded, taking another bite from the apple.
"It took me kind of a while to learn." Niall said. Brandon made a "psh" sound and crossed one of his legs under him.
"Not even, you picked up on it just like that." Brandon said snapping his fingers. "I wish I could be as musically inclined as you."
"You can play the piano, you learned that pretty fast." Niall said.
"Yeah, I guess." Brandon said. There was a short silence, before Brandon broke it. "Can I ask you a question or two?" Niall looked at his younger brother, before nodding yes. "Ar-are you mad, that you have to go everywhere with me?" Niall laughed a little at Brandon's nervousness to ask this question.
"Of course not, I love spending time with you. Especially after this incident, I'm not letting you out of my sight for a while." Brandon gave a small smile. "Next question." Niall said taking his final bite of the apple.
"Do I ma-make you proud? I don't want you to me embarrassed of me. I want to make your proud, I want to be like you Niall." Brandon said looking up at his brother, strong admiration piercing through his sky blue iris'.
"Brandon, you make me so proud." Niall said wrapping his arms around his younger brother. "You make excellent grades, your crazy smart, your a musician, you can play soccer, and above all that, your an amazing little brother who I would do absolutely anything for. You make me so proud." Niall said squeezing his brother.
"Do you think I'd make mum and dad proud?" Brandon asked, his voice somewhat cracking. Niall looked closely and saw two tears running down his cheeks. Brandon really missed his parents. Niall picked up Brandon's four-leaf clover necklace that their mother had gave to him.
"Absolutely. They would be more proud of you then I am, and that's alot." Niall said chuckling trying to lighten the mood. Brandon laughed a little to and wiped the stray tears away. "I love you Brandon." Niall said ruffling his little brother's hair.
"I love you too Niall. Don't ever leave, okay?" Brandon looked into Niall's eyes, and Niall gave a small smile. He wrapped his pinky around his brothers and squeezed.
"I promise Brandon."