The one that got away

I'm Niall Horan's SISTER? Then why did he...

[Completed story]


35. Dinner time

I walked out of the airport, my suitcase rolling behind me. I strolled to the curb where I called cab after cab, waving my arms in the arm, until one finally stopped.  The driver got out of the car and put my luggage in his boot (or trunk). I quietly got into the backseat placing my purse beside me. I leaned forward putting my elbows on both seat heads.

“612 Leinster Lane.” I directed him.

We drove off and once we were in front of my house I pulled out a few bills.

“That will be 24.50€, miss.”

I handed him the money.

“Keep the change.” I smiled.

I got out of the cab and took my suitcase out of the boot.

I rolled it down the path in my entrance and arrived at the door. I hadn’t told my parents I was coming home, so I guess it was a surprise. I rang the doorbell and my dad answered. His eyes widened when he saw me.

“Vanessa!” He smiled widely. I smiled and hugged him tightly.

“Rob? Who is at the door?” My mom called as she walked into view.

“Honey!” She yelled and hurried towards me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “How was your trip?” She asked excitedly.

 I do not understand my parents. They sent me away for 15 years of my life, keeping a brother secret from me and when that brother leaves, they want me back. –But I decided not to ruin the mood.

“Great!” I grinned.

She walked me into the house with one arm around me. “Rob, could you be a dear and bring Vanessa’s bags up to her room?”

We walked into the kitchen.

“I was just about to set dinner on the table, are you hungry hun?”

Honestly I wasn’t, but I had nothing better to do.

“Sure.” I smiled taking the plates and setting them on the dining room table. We all sat at our places, my dad being at the end of the table and my mom and I on the sides.

They both ate hungrily as I just sat there and poked at my food.

“Are you not hungry darling?” My mom asked with concern.

I looked up at her. “Oh, I guess I thought I was… but I can’t seem to find the appetite.”

“That’s fine, we can just keep your plate in the fridge and reheat it later.” She put a hand on mine. “Is everything alright?”

My eyes filled with tears. I stared at my plate. “May I be excused please?” I asked.

Silence. “Um yes of course, just pick up your plate.” My mom said.

“No!” My dad cut off. “She just came home; I think it’d be respectful of her to spend some time with her family!” He shouted.

“Rob, I’m sure she must be tired from the flight, we will see her later on after she gets some rest.” She looked at him sternly.

He stuffed a fork full of mashed potatoes in his mouth. “Fine.” He said obviously not agreeing.

I got up, picking up my plate and pushing my chair back under the table. I walked over to the kitchen and covered my plate in a wrap, then placed it in the refrigerator for later. My parents both stared at me while I did so. I then walked up quietly to my room and shut the door. 

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