Why? (One Direction)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Nichole what are you doing?" My mother ask me as she walked into the house.

"I was just dancing ma" I replied in a duh tone.

"You know I don't like when you dance like that.." She replied irritated.

"It's just hip-hop?"

"Yeah I know! I just don't like the way you move your hips like that, it makes you look like white trash." She said then began walking away.

"Mom you can't control me! Just because I don't like ballet like when I was 5 doesn't mean I dance wrong!" I yelled after her.

"Don't talk to me like that" she said still walking away from me.

"Whatever your highness" I said under my breath.

"What was that?" She said turning around.

"I said ok mom"

"Good girl" she said and walked up the stairs to her room.

I guess you could say me and my mom don't get along very well. It's been like that for as long as I can remember. She has always tried to make me be exactly how she was when she was young, perfect. But that's the thing I'm not her. I'm not perfect. Actually I'm the opposite of perfect. She just doesn't understand me like my dad does. Speaking of my dad I wonder where he is.

I pull out my phone and look through my contacts until I see his name.

To: Daddy<3

Hey pops when are you getting home? I miss you and the wicked witch has struck again. You've been gone for like a week and I can't stand just being here with her and Alec. Love you. Nichole xx

After the message was sent I put my phone back into the pocket in my oversized hoodie and started towards the stairs to my room.

Halfway up the stairs I felt a buzz and checked my phone.

From: Daddy<3

Hey Nikki I miss you too! I'm getting home in about two hours stupid work trips. Oh and I'm sorry about Alec and mom you just have to ignore it sometimes honey. See you soon. I love you!

I smiled down at my phone after reading the text. I continued to my room and shut the door behind me.

As you can probably tell me and my dad get along much more then me and my mom. Dad is always there for me when I need to talk and he always try's to comfort me when I'm upset. He also doesn't put up with the crap my mom gives me, he is always on my side. He loves my dance he said he wished he could dance hip-hop which always made me laugh just imagining my dad dancing and he was always my biggest fan when it came to my music.

I was brought out of my thoughts by knocking on my door.

"Come in"

My door cracked open and my brothers face came into view.

"Mom said to shower and get ready because dad is going to be home soon" he said before slipping out the door to go and get ready himself.

That's another thing about mom she always expects us to look good whenever we do anything. Hair is always brushed, makeup always perfect, nice clothes, ect...

I walked into my bathroom taking off my clothes and dropping them to the floor. I grabbed my phone and plugged it up to my iPod dock putting it on shuffle. I stepped under the warm water and I instantly relaxed. Singing along to the music I washed the sweat off my body. After that, I washed my hair with my raspberry shampoo and conditioner.