The Flashbacks
Chapter eleven
Kaitlyn's POV
"Kaitlyn, hurry up!" my mom yells to me from downstairs as I trip down, holding onto the rail and slipping on my combat boots, fixing my hair.
"I'm ready, I'm ready!" I groan, grabbing my shoulder bag, throwing it over my shoulder and putting my phone in it's carrying pouch.
I follow my aunt out to the truck, opening the back door and crawling in the very back as all my cousins and brothers pile in beside me, squishing me in the middle. I groan, elbowing them roughly in the ribs in an attempt to move them away. They snicker, shoving me right back as I close my eyes in frustration, sighing heavily and sinking in the seat.
"Kaitlyn, be nice to them!" my mom says, glaring back at me as I roll my eyes, pulling my phone from my bag and opening Tumblr.
"Kaitlyn's a neeeeerd!" Jason teases, pulling on my hair as I slap his hand away roughly.
I roll my eyes, taking a deep breath and running my hands through my hair. They were always annoying, but they hated me, so they decided to show that hatred they would have to be extra annoying. And it got on my last nerve, striking a string that most people usually couldn't hit. But they always did and it's why I hated them.
We pulled into the photography buildings parking lot, doors to the truck being flung open as everyone piled out and into the building. I fixed my headband on correctly, following my aunt into the small building and standing beside her as the photography guy rambles on about pointless things.
I follow his instructions and stand in my designated spot, plastering a wide, fake I might add, smile onto my face and resting my hands over my cousins shoulders as I look in the camera.
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After hours of pointless picture taking, we finally finished piled back into the car, drove to the house, and had Christmas dinner as a family. The dogs barked outside, scratching and jumping at the door in attempts to get in. I sit down in my usual chair, looking around awkwardly as unfamiliar faces come in through the front door, hugging my grandma and mom. Christmas was awkward for me considering I didn't know half the people there, and half of them most likely didn't know me either. So it was one big, confusing mess of a reunion of half dead old people and babies I had no idea about.
Even though I was seventeen years of age, my mother still insisted on me sitting at the kids separate table for whatever reason. I hated sitting there cause my legs were abnormally too long for the small toddler-like seats and would stick out. Plus, having food flung at you off of kids forks (having no clue where the forks have even been) isn't exactly what I would call a fun time.
"Kaitlyn, Nana wants to see you in the kitchen." my mom says as I stand up from the table, smoothing my dress out and walking in the kitchen. I gasp quietly, eyes going wide as I cover my mouth with my hand.
-End of flashback-
I drive around for about ten minutes, finally making up my mind on where I wanted to go. I made a U-turn, driving to the neighborhood and parking in his long, broken up driveway, getting out slowly and taking a deep breath. I walk to the door, knocking quietly and waiting.
The door opens slowly, hinges creaking as a half awake Niall looks down on me. I look up at him sadly, the tears I'd been holding back finally letting go and running down my reddening cheeks as he pulls me into a warm hug.
"Niall I love you." I say, hugging him back tightly. "I love you Niall." I sob into his chest.
I could hear his heart-rate increase as my grip tightened, lips planting a soft, delicate kiss to the top of my head as he picks me up. I wrap my legs instinctively around his waist as he shuts the door, looking at me silently before pressing me against the wall gently and kissing my neck gently. I flutter my eyes shut, cocking my neck to allow him more access to the sensitive skin.
He nibbles lightly on my collar bone, scattering light love bites over my shoulder as I moan softly, squeezing his shoulders tightly as my nails dig into his skin. He groans in response, fingers hooking into the the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and off with ease as he carries me up to his room, laying me down gently. He ghosts his fingers down the sides up my body, goosebumps rising on my skin, back arching slightly off the mattress as he smiles down at me.
His fingers find their way to my crotch, brushing over my shorts lightly, tugging on the ends of the string and untying the bow gently. His lips plant soft kisses down my bare chest, breathing pattern becoming erratic under his gentle and soothing touch. He shimmies down the shorts with the curve of his fingertips, hovering over me and kissing my shoulder softly. I bite my lip, running my hands up his shirt and pulling it off. I flutter my eyes open, looking up at him to see a dorky smile plastered over his face.
"You make me crazy miss Kaitlyn Marie, you really do." he laughs softly, laying down beside me and kissing my cheek softly.
"I wanna talk about earlier. . ." I whisper, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Go ahead." he says softly, nudging me with his hand as I turn my face towards him.
"It was wrong of me to freak out about you smoking, cause you're right." I say softly. "I've ignored you for almost twenty years now, and I don't have say in what you do or don't do with your life now a days." I admit. "But I've noticed you've changed, how you told me you don't do drugs." I say. "Your eyes are dull, and your smile is less of a real one than it was when you were in high school." I sigh quietly. "You're depressed Niall, and if you thought I couldn't tell you're wrong." I mumble.
"You have pill bottles scattered everywhere in your living room. I see the broken bottles on the kitchen floor, I see it." I say sadly. "And that's why I wanna help you." I say quietly, looking over at him quietly as he sighs heavily, running his hands through his hair and looking at me.
"I can't be fixed, Kaitlyn." he says quietly.
