Stepping out of the shower with my damp hair dripping into the carpet, a towel wrapped around my torso, I entered my bedroom. I was quick to stop as soon as I noticed the emptiness around me. My packed luggage was taken away by my mother, I bet, and put into the moving truck. I'm not going to lie, I'm going to miss this place. I'd give up anything to stay here with all my friends and finish my senior year, but no.

I rushed the bad memories to the back of my head and continued to move along to the empty mattress and pick up the clothes I had set out for me to wear.

Picking up the loose white muscle cut tank top after I've put on my undergarments, I plopped my head and arms through it. After that, I grabbed the pair of light washed denim high waisted shorts and pulled it up to my waist. I tucked my shirt in slightly to let it flow out, little did I know that some of my bra would be showing from the sides. Walking up to my empty closet, I slid the doors open and looked down to spot my black combat boots.

I've finished my look as I decided to just let my hair down and let it dry naturally. The last thing I did before leaving my room was grab my black handbag and sunglasses.

I swung the door open, slowly turning around to look at the emptiness I once called home. The memories of my friends and I sitting around my bed, talking for what seemed to be hours and hours flooded to mind. We've already said our goodbyes, sadly I was afraid I won't be hearing from them again.

A smile curved in my lips as I looked around, more and more memories coming to mind. We might of have only lived here for a few months but it was the longest I've ever stayed in an area before. I was defiantly not going to forget this place.

Slowly, I closed the door in front of me before turning back around to the empty hallways. The family pictures that hung on the wall were know taken off, leaving only the empty and spread out holes, marking the place where the ball once supported them. I continued walking past the lonesome walls until I reached the stairs.

I hastily walked down the steps, wanting to get out if this house as soon as possible before I burst out in tears. When I reached the bottom, I grew startled as the figures of my brother and Mom stood by the front door.

Mom had a Bluetooth headset in her left ear, I noticed it once she turned around. While she talked to someone, I saw Niall next to her with his phone held up to his face.

He wore a plain white t-shirt with light blue jeans and white Nikes. His blond hair was brushed up as it always is.

"The flight leaves in two hours, Robert, make sure you're there to pick them up." Mom spoke walking around in circles.

"I doubt it." Niall spoke rolling his eyes.

Mom took that moment to slap Niall in the arm which he didn't seemed to care. At that same moment, he looked up and spotted me in the bottom of the stairs.

"Finally!" He scoffed turning around to swing the front door open and slam out closed once he was out.

Both, my Mom and I jumped. Mom rolled her eyes before looking at me, "Leah, do me a favor and control your brother and get in the car while I finish this call." She paused, "Please."

I nodded my head before walking out to follow Niall up to the front driveway.

"Niall!" I called out.

He continued walking, not bothering to turn around when I called him.

"Niall, stop!" I shouted again a bit more louder.

This time, he stopped.

My pace hurried up to reach the front of him, curious of his strange actions.

"What!" He spoke in an aggravated tone.

My eyebrows furrowed, not liking the way he used his tone on me.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Me?" He asked innocently.

"Yeah, ever since the beginning of high school, you've been becoming more aggressive and rude?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest.

I couldn't find the words to confront him, as much as I can get annoyed by him at times, I don't like treating hin like he treats me. That's just not the type of person I am.

"I-I"

"Exactly."He scoffed. "Look, this was your idea in the first place so why don't you focus on getting what you want like always and be Perfect Leah while I go along with your stupid plan." He continued to walk past me but I moved in before he moved any further. I wasn't going to let him get away with what he just told me.

"Hold on." I spoke, "I'm not Perfect Leah, I'm not even close to it. And if you think I get everything I want, then think again because I have the least desire as you to go on and move in with a guy that claims to be our father. The only reason I agreed to that was so our mother could go and follow her dreams, the same way she encouraged us to chase ours and now look at where we are? Niall, we're graduating this year and then we're off to college! Doesn't that make you feel happy?" I asked smiling a bit.

"We're already ending the last quarter of the year and I don't even know if I want to go to college, or university, or any other shit to go study. And I did do something good for Mum, I stayed in school. You know very well I was going to drop out when I turned sixteen but I didn't so what's the point of celebrating?" He asked.

I never knew Niall held all of this anger inside him. Maybe after all his yelling and shouting, he'll calm down enough to talk to me in as reasonable matter.

"Niall, all I'm asking is for your support. I'm just as scared as you are to see him for the first time. So could you just grow up and be my brother for once?" I had no idea what I just said. This was becoming a bad habit for me and it needed to stop.

Niall saw the fear in my eyes, it's stuff like this that I need his support on and I'm glad I gained the guts to finally tell him. I bet it's the fear I have, fear of hating my new life, fear of hating our new life. He's the only one that could understand what I'm going through, it's about time he did something about it.

He stayed quiet, pondering over what I just told him. It soon got to the point where he was taking up all my time and I saw Mom step out of the house, locking the front door for the last time.

It was then I decided enough time was enough, if he wanted to be the adult he's becoming then he would've said something by now, but he didn't.

My face pinned him an angry look before swiftly turning around to walk up to the driver who immediately swung the backseat door open for me. I climbed on, anger and the feeling of crying grew inside me but I restrained from letting them out because if I did then I would prove to myself I'm not strong. I have to be strong to be able to deal with all the commotion in my family and everyday life.

One thing's for sure, my life is only getting worse at this point.