CHAPTER 1:
“Who’s there?” a man’s voice came from behind the door. I pulled my suitcase next to me as it ‘clunked’ against the door. “Dad its Ron!” I called back slightly annoyed as I told him earlier I was arriving this afternoon.
There were a few clinks as he unlocked the door. The door swung open to a man with a white shirt and denim jeans. I could tell that he hasn’t shaved in days and by the look of him holding alcohol in his right hand, I believe he is drunk. He wasn’t the man I was looking for. I let out a throaty groan as I checked the pink slip of paper in my pocket which had the address to my father’s house. “Umm, is this where Ronald Jacob lives?” I asked the man who smelt terribly of liquor. Before he could answer another man pushed him out of the way. His brown hair streaked with white strands due to aging and stress. His blue eyes now with a shade of grey looked cloudy as dark circles hung under his sockets. Wearing a stained singlet and olive shorts he gave me a wry smile. “Ronnie? Why- you’re early… I wasn’t expect-“he stopped as soon as he saw me roll my eyes. I wasn’t in the mood for all his bullshit.
My dad never took any part in the stages of growing up in my childhood. Christ, he wasn’t even there when I was born. He chose his stinking drinking buddies over mum and me. He visited twelve hours after I was popped out of my poor mother and he came not even sober enough to remember what name was given to his new daughter. He always used to shout and hurt my mother when he was drunk. None other the less he was crazy. Mum and I left to America for good when I was ten years old and we left him behind here in London. They were divorced but I still carried his last name. My mother died last year due to breast cancer when I finished my schooling. She told me to go back to London and meet my father again. She told me to stay with him because he was all she had; he is all what I had of family left. I promised that I will stay with him before she died and now she’s gone I have to fulfil it.
“Your room is down the hall to the left” my dad said as he guided me up the stairs not even helping me with my suitcase as I dragged it up the stairs along with me. Once we got to the top I was already sweating because of hauling up my luggage. Dad patted me on the shoulder and told me “Don’t come out of your room at ten. I got friends over tonight”
I sighed sadly as I knew that by the term ‘friends’ that he hasn’t changed one bit since mum and I left him.
As I walked closer to my designated room I noticed loud music was pumping from behind the door. I slowly pushed open the door to a shirtless guy draped over my bed drinking a bottle of beer. He had an arm across his face as music exploded from the speakers of the CD player. “HEY!” I shouted loud enough to hear but he didn’t take notice. I walked over to the CD player and pulled out the plug, shutting it down completely. “HEY!” the guy shot up now sitting upright revealing his blue orbs for eyes which contrasted with his blonde hair which was swept to the side. He studied me for a minute before he asked “Who are you?” in a rude manner and his voice sounded a little Irish.
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BEHIND YOUR BACK~ A Niall Horan Fanfic
FanfictionRonnie a girl who had a hard childhood lost her mum to breast cancer. He had to move back to her father in London who's a heavy drinker and loses it at any moment. She didn't know he had a border living at his house when she moved in, a guy named Ni...
