Punk Niall Series

"Your Family Doesn't Approve"

"Why can't you be more like your sister?" Your mother demands, scoffing as you cradle her newborn granddaughter against your chest. Megan looks away at the comment, opting to watch her husband struggle to put the playpen together with Niall because she can tell; this is going to be awful. "I... why can't I ever be enough for you? I'm a nurse, I help save lives. I have a boyfriend who has a good job and he supports me... I'm not on drugs, I've never been to jail, I graduated high school and I don't have a baby... why isn't that enough?" You cry, years of inadequacy bubbling to the surface at your mother's words and she roles her eyes. "Because being a nurse is so fabulous. Your sister is married to a lawyer, she doesn't have to worry about a thing. She isn't with some... hoodlum," your mother scoffs, gesturing to Niall who you know can hear her words but is choosing to ignore her. "He's not, that. He's successful, he's the most successful tattoo artist in London. All the stars want him to tattoo them... how is that not successful or lucrative. I wouldn't have to worry about anything with him if we got married," you defend, passing your sister the wailing baby to set your hands on your hips. Your mother laughs, actually laughs in your face. "That's hilarious... you're not going to marry him, I won't allow it" She states with finality, narrowing her gaze when Niall comes to stand at your side in a show of support. "You aren't the boss of me anymore, I'm a grown woman. I make my own decisions, you can't tell me what to do anymore!" You cry out, resisting the urge to stomp your foot and goad your mother further. "Don't you dare speak to me in that tone. I am your mother and I will continue to tell you what to do if you continue to act like a child!" She screeches, snapping at your sister when she tries to step in between the two of you. "Don't talk to her like that!" You scream, shoving your mother away from your sister before stumbling back into Niall's hold when your mother's palm makes contact with your face. "You are worthless, you've always been worthless. You are nothing like your sister and that's why she's the golden child! You were a mistake, a byproduct of an affair and you're the sole reason why your father left! I will not let you ruin the life I had to struggle for you to have!" She screams, eyes wild and angry and Niall is quick to step between the two of you. "Don't you ever speak to her like that again! You have put her down enough and I'll not stand for it anymore. You don't like me? I could give two fucks about you. You're possibly the worst mother ever and the fact that you're standing here trying to tell her what to do is ludicrous," Niall seethes, eyes wide and shoulders stiff and you've never seen him this angry. "Don't ever put your hands on my woman again or her sister. Don't you ever tell her she's worthless. I'm sorry that your life went to hell because you were a whore but don't blame your misgivings on my woman. We're done here, we're leaving," Niall snaps, arms flailing with his words before he grips your hand tightly. He drags you from the home, slamming the door loudly before practically carrying you to the car and shoving your inside the rented land rover. You realize, when the door shuts and Niall runs around to the driver's side, that you're not crying. Usually tears and insecurity would be bubbling over after a fight with our mother but Niall had stood up to her, stood up for you when your sister wouldn't. You're pulling out of the driveway when you see your brother-in-law kicking your mother from his house, door slamming angrily in her face and you find satisfaction in that. "Your mother takes the cake... she's way worse than my piece of shit brother," Niall teases, pressing kisses to your knuckles and you find yourself giving a small chuckle at his words. "Finally, I beat you at something!" You mock in excitement, clapping your hands like a child and he shakes his head with a smile. "Can we go home now? I know you want to see your niece but come on, there are babies in London we could pretend are kin... I hate this place," Niall sighs, gesturing to the big city of LA and you smile. "There's a red eye at midnight," you offer after checking flights on your phone. Niall runs into the hotel to get your belongings before driving you to the airport and you've never been more excited to return to the dreary weather of London.