My Uncles : One Direction

Chapter 2

Madeline's POV:

The sun beamed through my window. I sat up in my bed and stretched. I was about to get my phone to check emails or texts when I remembered my dad took it.

I was planning to stay in my room all day. I didn't want to ever talk to my dad anymore. I was really hungry and I wanted to get some food. I creaked open my door just to see if anyone was awake. I tiptoed through the living room and saw no one sitting there. I pushed open the kitchen door...no one. I quietly got a bowl and poured myself some Lucky Charms. I added some milk and plopped a spoon in the bowl. I gripped the bowl tightly, and walked out of the kitchen and upstairs back to my room.

I dinned on my cereal for a bit until I heard some shuffling and light talking by my door. I kept eating. Then someone outside of my door tried opening my door. Locked. Then whoever was at my door knocked. "Madeline, I know your up sweetie, can I talk to you?" I think Uncle Liam said.

I stayed silent, not even eating my Lucky Charms. "Madeline?" Said the same voice again this time fading away at the end.

I heard some more shuffling and chatter. "Madeline, uncle Louis, Liam, Zayn, and I have to go to get some groceries." Said a different voice which I knew was Niall. Oh no. So my dad will be home with me. I quickly came to myself. "Uncle Niall?" I whispered still not bothering to open the door. "Yeah?" He shouted. I got up from my desk and unlocked the door and swung it open. "Is dad...I mean Uncle Harry going to go with you guys?" I muttered. "Oh...erm...Harry hasn't come home yet." Niall sputtered. "Wait, what? It's 9:00 in the morning, didn't he leave at like 9:00 at night?" I asked. "Yeah...erm..I don't know." Niall said. I sighed. "Do you want to come shopping with us?" Niall asked casually as if it doesn't matter that my dad still isn't home yet. I don't know why, but I suddenly got mad. "I HATE YOU!" I screamed. I slammed my door. I didn't really hate Niall. I was just angry. I slid down on the back of my door and rubbed my temples gently.

I heard people walking around and talking in the bedroom hallway. Then I heard the big front door open, then close. Home alone. This isn't the first time. I sat at my desk and finished my cereal. Then I opened my door slowly, and brought my bowl down to the kitchen. As I was near the end of the twisting stairs, I heard someone playing with the lock outside of the front door. I supposed it was just Zayn coming to get something, he's very forgetful sometimes. But when the door opened, I saw my dad. I looked at him. He just stumbled over to where I was; the stairs. I moved over so he could go to his room. I just walked to the kitchen. I washed the dishes again, and put my bowl in the dishwasher. I walked out and traveled up to my room. As I walked to my room, I saw my dad laying in bed sound asleep. I just shook my head and went in my room.

I decided to get ready. I took a long shower. I next put a white tank top under a pale blue off the shoulder sweater. With that, I put some jean shorts and my pink converse sneakers. I brushed my long, straight, brown hair and put it in a messy donut bun. And since I was feeling bored, I put some makeup on. I dabbed some tan blush, then pink blush on my cheek bones. Then I pattered some light eye shadow on. I eyed myself in the mirror inspecting my cheeks.

I heard some pounding around outside of my door. Then my dad flung open my door. I jumped up.

"What are you doing?" He asked. "Putting muh muh ma make makeup on." I sputtered. "Oh no. You're not going to have makeup privileges." My dad confirmed. "What? Why?" "Because!....erm. YA GAVE ME ATTITUDE LAST NIGHT!" He wheezed. "I'm surprised you remembered last night!" I shouted as I threw him my blush and my brushes. "He picked up the makeup. "You better change your attitude by tonight coz Katelyn is coming over at 6:00 P.M." My dad said. "But you said we would go shopping and eat at the food court tonight at 5:45 P.M. tonight." I weeped