I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the white ceiling, blinking many time so my eyes could get used to the daylight filling in the room. I first thought I was in my new home in London but I remembered I left and I now was back in Ireland in that old flat of mine. I sat up and looked around me, realizing I had fallen asleep on the couch. I went into the bathroom and showered quickly before going into my room to get some clothes. I got dressed but as I was about to dry my hair, the doorbell rang and echoed for a long time in the flat, frightening me.
I rushed toward the front door, my hair in a complete mess and yelled without looking at who was standing behind it; because I knew who it would be.
“Go back to L... Dad?” I gasped, face to face with the last person I’d have been expecting here at that time of the day. He nodded without smiling or speaking and walked into the flat. I closed the door and we went into the living room in silence.
“So how was London?” he asked me without smiling, while sitting on the couch. I stood in front of him and replied calmly, “it was great! It’s a wonderful city!”
“I heard you had a good time there! The city is not only what is great, is it? I heard you also were interested in some inhabitants rather than in the city itself!” he told me with irony, looking me right in the eyes. I knitted my eyebrows. What the hell was he talking about?
As I didn’t reply, he took some papers out of his pocket and threw them at me. They fell on the floor so I knelt down and froze; unable to stop staring at the pictures in front of me.
Dad sighed, “I thought you went there to look for your brother. But it seems you saw your brother once quickly and then you’d rather spend time with one of his famous friends. You said you didn’t know Niall was in world-wide famous band but I seriously start doubting. I hope you didn’t look for him only to be able to.” I couldn’t bear hearing any other of his words so I snapped at him with anger, “Shut up!”
It was the first time I was being rude toward him but this time was too much; he had gone too far. I stood up and looked down at him who still was comfortably sitting on the couch.
“Why are you saying this?! Don’t you realize what you just said! I looked for Niall because YOU never made any effort for me to be able to see him after you and mum split up! YOU were the one knowing where he was and what he was doing while I was looking hopelessly for information and you didn’t tell a single word about what you knew!!” I was boiling with anger. I needed to tell him everything I was blaming him for since I found Niall. And I needed answers to those answerless questions that had rushed into my mind the day he had called me.
“Don’t you realize I could have met him years ago if you had told me all you knew? You kept repeating I should keep hoping to find him one day and that you were useless when it came to searching for him because you knew nothing about what he had become nor where he was! Why did you lie? Why didn’t you tell me everything?! You knew how much I wanted to find my twin back!” I stopped yelling as tears started to form in my eyes.
For a long time he just stared at me as if he was repeating my words in his head, looking for an answer. And when he finally opened his mouth to reply, his tone appeared to be rather calm,
“I can understand why you blame me and it is legitimate for you to be mad at me. I learned one day at random Niall was in a band but if it wasn’t for that day, I wouldn’t know it. <as for why I didn’t tell it to you is because I didn’t want you to be deceived. To be honest, this made me angry.” He paused for a few seconds before carrying on while looking down at his hands, ‘I thought it wasn’t fair. You were spending most of your time trying to find him while he was performing all around the world with his band. I thought he forgot about you and that you probably were looking for him in vain. So I didn’t tell it to you.”
“You were wrong, dad!” I stuttered, sobbing. “I would have been proud of my little brother if I had known! And it would have helped me finding him! Why have you been so selfish?” I didn’t care about his explanations; they were complete nonsense. He sighed loudly, probably realizing I didn’t care about what just said; and stood up.
“Ok. Now you found your brother and you’re happy. But you haven’t seen him for twenty years so why didn’t you spend more time with him then? Why are you with that brunette boy man on all the pictures and not with your brother?” he shouted at me, starting to get angry too.
“Niall was busy and his friend suggested showing me London by night! And that’s my private life so it’s none of your business!” He knelt down and took one of the magazines in his hand and showed it to me. “It is obvious he is showing you the city around,” he said with sarcasm, pointing out the picture of me crying in Harry’s chest. “You must have seen many monuments from there with your face against him!” he laughed at me again.
“You had just called and said you didn’t care about Niall! How did you expect me to react? He just was comforting me!” I shouted angrier than ever. Why couldn’t he understand?
Dad chuckled while mumbling something I didn’t understand. But it was too much. I couldn’t take anything else; I couldn’t bear any other remarks from him.
“Go away!” I spat at him, crying. “Get out of my flat!! I don’t want to see you ever again!”
He didn’t reply but made his way toward the front door, leaving the magazines on the floor. I didn’t move but I heard the sound of the door opening but it seemed he didn’t walk out as I didn’t hear the sound of the door closing. I slowly turned around and saw the door still opened. I could see dad’s back as he didn’t move, looking right in front of him at the corridor where Niall and Harry were standing.
A.N : I finally updated! Sorry it took me long. I hope you liked the chapter! :)
So do you think he's going to be happy to see his son after all these years or not?? Tell me what you think!