TROUBLE. (Larry Stylinson, Ziam Mayne)

Chapter 1

Niall P.O.V

I don't quite remember what happened, everything was pretty much a blur. The last thing i remember was my mum and I arguing about... God knows what.

I had a party I had to get to, i think that's why she was mad.

But i hate staying home. There's no way I'd want to be around her and everyone else in that house.

I remember walking out the front door, slamming it behind me. God, she stresses me out. I'm 15! I should be able to make my own decisions, right?

i lit up a cigarette while i was on my way to the party. Once i arrived, it pretty much went downhill from there.

I don't really remember anything! I was a little shocked when i woke up in a police car!

I looked out the window and saw my mum talking to one of the officers. I tried to reach for the door but my hands were cuffed behind my back.

What the hell is going on!?

"MUM!" i screamed as loud as i could.

She looked at me and the officer turned around. I gave them both a confused look as they started walking over.

My mom had tears running down her face. Gosh... was it that bad?

The officer opened the door and yanked me out of the car.

What was his problem?

I walked over to my mum, who immediantly locked her arm in my twisted one.

She looked at me with her sorry eyes. I should be the one looking at her like that... I'm so confused...

This isnt funny anymore.

"Niall," she started.

"Uh look mum, I'm sorry, i don't know what happened. I swear when i say that, I -"

"Niall. You have to leave."

"Leave? Like go home."

"No babe. You have to leave home. You're going to England."

"Wait, what? Are you serious?"  What in the world is she talking about?!

"You cause too much trouble and we think it's best to locate you somewhere else.." The officer cut in.

Who does he think he is? He doesn't even know me. He cant take me away!

"Who even are you? How are you supposed to know what's best for me when you have no idea who i am?!" I snapped back.

"Oh, i know who you are Niall. The whole town knows who you are."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You should get home now. It's getting late." He ignored me and locked eyes with my mum.

"Are you gunna take off these handcuffs or..?"

 "Right." He took out the key from one of his thousands of pockets.

He matched it up and twisted the lock.  They came off and i immediately rubbed my wrists.

Damn, those things were tight.