Without a Trace (Niall Horan)

If I cry, would you wipe away my tears? If I'm lonely, will you come and comfort me? If I'm broken, would you put the shattered pieces back together? Or would you leave without a word, without a trace.


6. Burnt Breakfast

The next morning I'm woken up by the sun streaming in through my window. I realized that I had never closed the curtains last night. I get up and walk to my window and look outside, seeing the city that was already busy as usual. A few minutes later I could hear the smoke alarm going off, and the smell of burnt toast made its way into my bedroom. It wasn't very often that this sort of thing happened. I smile slightly because I knew that it could only mean one thing.

My dad was cooking breakfast. He always attempted, attempt being the operative word, to cook for us on special occasions. I guess him granting me my freedom was pretty damn special. The funny thing is, that no matter how hard he tries to do that for my mom and I, none of us ever ate any of the food. Not even him. I wasn't sure if it was edible anyways.

I walk out of my bedroom and into the kitchen just as he was dumping the charred remains of the toast into the trash can. It amazes me that a grown man doesn't even know how to take toast out of a toaster before it burns. But it always made me have a good laugh, so I wasn't exactly complaining.

"Wow dad, it must take real talent to burn toast every time you try to make it." 

He gives me a death glare and I laugh, playfully nudging him on the shoulder.

"Don't sass me, little miss," he says, pointing a finger at me. "It isn't my fault. I can't help that toasters don't like me."


"It isn't just toasters, dad."



I roll my eyes and open the cabinet to get a bowl and the box generic-brand corn flakes. As I already pointed out, there was no way in hell that I would eat anything my dad cooked, especially since most of it was burnt. He obviously knew that because he had already set out the carton of milk and a spoon. 

"Mom awake yet?" I ask.

He looks at me skeptically, obviously knowing that I already knew the answer to my own question.

"Ally, you know how your mother is. She's up as soon as the sun is. I think she's in the shower." 

I nod my head and pour the cereal and the milk into the bowl. It was gone in less than a minute.

"You know, Alyson. Most of the time when people eat that fast, they put on a lot of weight. It amazes me that you're still so skinny."

"Magic, I guess." I say jokingly. 

He rolls his eyes and dumps the eggs-that were scorched to a point that they weren't edible- and the bacon- which was burnt so badly that it had turned black- into the trash can along with the toast. I get up from the table and put the bowl in the sink. 



"Oh, thanks for the lovely breakfast, dad."

He hears the sarcasm in my tone and turns to face me. I smirk at him.

"Alyson Renee Brooks, what did I tell you about sassing me? That's the second time in less than five minutes."

I knew he was trying to sound threatening, but I could see the small smirk on his face out of the corner of my eye as I walked back to my bedroom. He and I both knew that he wouldn't hurt a fly.

I open my drawer and pull out a pair of my jeans- a pair that I'd probably had for about three years- along with a plain black t-shirt. 

"Good morning Ally."

I turn to see my mom standing in the doorway and nod my head.

"I see you're about to get ready. What are you going to do today?"

"Nothing much. I'm just going to hang out with a friend." 

She smiles and walks away, probably heading to the kitchen. I quickly change my clothes and walk into the bathroom, looking in the mirror. It had a large crack running across the middle, but it was enough to see what I was doing.


Picking up my tooth brush, I squirt the tooth paste onto it and quickly brush my teeth. I was completely ready except for my hair.
I pick up the hair brush and begin to run it through all the knots and tangles. My hair was probably the thing I liked most about my appearance, although it was a pain in the ass when it came to brushing it. A lot of girls wish that they had naturally blonde hair. 

"Alyson, I think your friend is here." My mom calls.

"Get the door and tell him I'll be there in a minute."

I quickly brush through the rest of the tangles and walk into my bedroom to pull on my jacket and old Converse. 

"I remember you! You're Niall!"

I could hear mom's excited voice, signaling that she definitely approved of who I was talking to. I walk into the living room to find her talking up a storm and I throw Niall an apologetic glance, causing him to laugh.

"Ally, you didn't tell us it was Niall!"

My mother smiles, clearly happy that the two of us had reconnected. She wasn't the only one.

"You remember him then?"

"Are you kidding me? You two spent practically every second together the last time he was here."

I smile halfheartedly. I still couldn't figure out how it was possible that I was apparently the only one who had forgotten him. 

"Well, lets go then. I can't wait to have a taste of freedom."

Niall nods and we walk towards the door.

"You two kids have fun!" My mom calls after us.

"But not too much fun now."

My dad had added in that last part, causing Niall to laugh hysterically. Whereas I was completely humiliated.

"Dad!" I screech.

I turn to look at him, with a smirk on his face. He was just playing; he loved aggravating me sometimes. I roll my eyes and walk out the door. 

"Hello freedom!" 


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