Niall Horan The Irish Stalker

Chapter 1

"Shut the Fuck up" My father cursed at me slamming his fist against my face. This hurt, but not as much as he has hit me before. I let out a little whimper, but quickly obeying my father. He gripped his bottle of beer and threw it at the wall, centimeters before my face.

I gulped as he looked at me. He got up from the seat by the counter, standing up he gripped onto my shoulders. "You little bastard when I ask you to do something Obey me." He yelled, punching me several times. I had done nothing.

"I d-didn't do anything." think I made him more upset. His face turned red and he got closer, I inhaled the smell of the alcohol. Him now inches away from my face, he spoke "Did you just fucking lie to me?"

 

He continued punching me, until I was on the ground, curled up in a ball, as he started to kick my stomach. Slowly making me Pass out. The last thing I heard was. "You've got nothing to live for. I hope you die." Then everything went blank.

***

I woke up on the floor. My body still, numb of what happened last night. Sometimes I wished I had killed myself earlier. But I always remember, how life is precious. Life is Good. But I wish I had someone else's life..

I'm not allowed to call my own father, dad anymore. He says he's embarrassed because of me. So he makes me call him his first name, Mark. He doesn't even count me as a son, he says only Greg is his son. It hurts, It really does.

I pull myself off of the cold tiled floor and walked to the bathroom. I noticed I had a few bruised on my face, people will ask me about them. Quickly I looked to see if Mum had any make up left in the bathroom. I know it's weird for boys to wear it but in this case, it's necessary. I sighed, realising why would she leave it. She had none left in here

I quicklt looked at the time. 7:14. Crap. School starts at 8:00. I stripped my clothes off and threw them on to the floor. My hand reached out and turned on the water and got in. I quickly shampooed my hair and washed my body, before getting out of the shower.

I grabbed a white towel and walked to my room, looking for some clothes. I put on a white T-Shirt and black jeans, with some puma high tops.

"Niall get your ass down here!" Greg yelled, as usual. He drives me to school, since Mark won't give me a car and he usually has a hangover so he can't drive me.

"Coming" I yelled back, grabbing my backpack and running out the door and into Greg's car. Turning on the radio to listen to One Direction's What Makes You Beautiful.

I sang along, for the rest of the song that was playing. I screamed at the end. "You're so gay." Greg jokes pulling up to my school. I smile and thank him for driving me. I wasn't so happy at the thought of going to school, I had no friends and well everyone hated me.

I sighed when Greg left, and turned to the building. "Long Day" I mumbled slowly walking into school. The people were pushing, screaming from one place to another.

I made my way to my locker, opening and grabbing my books. My ears started hearing Loud noise from the Girls on how One Direction will be here! OMG. No. I like One Direction's song What Makes You beautiful, but I have no idea what their names are or what the look like.

A few girls stopped me and screamed right infront of me, but I tried ignoring it. The bell rang and I tried making my way to the class, but I was late.