Hannah's POV "Babe, who was your best friend growing up?" Niall asked joining me the couch.
"Pretty random." I shrugged pulling me legs up to my chest getting more comfortable.
I immediately tensed up just thinking about my childhood and all the sour memories. I didn't have much friends. Not even "much" just like one. But she wasn't was you would call your friend. Her mom and my mom were very good friends and it was like they forced us into being 'friends'.
We were nice to each other for the most part but I could tell deep down she didn't want one thing to do with me.
I always felt alone and I didn't have anyone. My parents I really loved and appreciated because they always no matter what was there for me and told me how much they loved me.
They helped me out a lot knowing that you do have someone there for you, but I always wanted someone els there for me that wasn't my parents.
"Hannah...." Niall waved his hand in my face and interrupted my thoughts.
"Sorry. I'm just tired, had a long day at work and just want to go to sleep." I sighed getting up. Niall scratched his eye and looked up you.
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"Are you sure you're only tired? You seem upset, princess." Niall hinted something was wrong but I didn't want to tell Niall about my childhood. I actually did but I just couldn't because for one, I'm scared as hell too and two, I would just break down into tears.
"Yeah. I'm fine, okay? I love you." I smiled kissing his lips. I could tell Niall didn't buy it but I ignored that feeling and straddled him.
"How's was your day?" I asked pecking wet kisses up his neck.
"It was good, not to busy for once." He chuckled and rubbed my back.
I stopped kissing him when I reached his jaw bone and Niall pouted.
I placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away.
"I'll carry you to bed." Niall smirked getting up and holding me in his arms. My legs dangled on either side of him as he carried me up the stairs.
"Hannah," Niall began but then stopped. He sighed and placed me on the bed sitting down in front of me. "What's the matter?" He asked looking straight into my eyes.
My eyes tingled and I felt the tears coming on so I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"I don't like talking about my childhood. I didn't have the best and it just brings back bad memories I never want to think about." I said.
