"Would you ever want to have kids of your own?" I asked Ali quietly as I looked up at him from where my head was resting on his legs as he let out a quiet laugh
                              "I can't even use a tin opener-"
                              "Point made-"
                              "I wouldn't trust you to care for children"
                              "I wouldn't trust myself-" he told Nathan after he and Adam had walked in as he looked back to me as I offered a small smile while the two started laughing
                              "Wow. So much faith"
                              "It's concerning that you're a grown man who's saying that about himself"
                              "In all fairness, everyone agrees. Especially you two" he told them quietly as he propped his head in his hand as he leant against the arm of the couch, staring at the floor as my smile started dropping as I glanced to the two behind me as they flashed me grins while I turned back and poked his side softly as he looked at me
                              "Well, I'd think you'd be a great father" I told him quietly as he grinned at me and I sat up, looking around the living room as the front door opened and we all turned, watching as mum walked past, stopping to smile at us as she kept her hands behind her back before she looked at me, her smile dropping instantly
                              "What?"
                              "Get to bed"
                              "What? Why?"
                              "Because it's quarter to two in the morning"
                              "So? It's not like I have school tomorrow"
                              "She has got a point Nadia"
                              "I don't care if she has a point or not, quite frankly-"
                              "Just let her stay up, she'll head to bed when she wants to-"
                              "Don't try and make decisions for my daughter, Nathan. I don't want you waking the other two up-"
                              "They won't even be sleeping! Holly goes through to Oscars room most nights just to stay up and fucking talk!"
                              "Don't shout at me. Get upstairs. Now" she said over me loudly as I gripped at the couch tightly, staring dead at each other as she raised her eyebrows at me and I stayed still
                              "No"
                              "What?"
                              "I said, no"
                              "Get upstairs now Amelia!-"
                              "And you wonder why I get so fucking annoyed at you! You never let me do anything I'd like to! You boss me around as if you have complete control over me! Newsflash Nadia! You fucking don't!" I shouted back at her as I got to my feet and stared dead at her before storming past, slamming the living room door behind me as a glass pane fell out, smashing on the floor as I disappeared up the stairs before into my room as I slammed my door and locked it as I tugged at my ponytail forcefully, my skin feeling as if it was on fire. 
Hearing a crack from behind me I turned around, breathing heavily as I stared at Nathan who held his hands up defensively while raising his eyebrows slightly 
                              "You're alright. I'm not going to shout at you"
                              "I'd fucking hope not"
                              "Do you want a hug? Amelia?" He asked quietly as I turned back around to him, my skin completely frost white as I nodded and walked over to him as I hugged him tightly
                              "I don't know why she flipped out like that"
                               
                              "Funny that, I don't know why either"
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Storms Ahead
Fanfiction**trigger warning: this story will contain scenes of a violent relationship, self harm, attempted suicide, depression and anxiety** (I understand that this may be personal and emotional towards readers and that's why I'll leave it up to you to decid...
 
                                               
                                                  