Diary Of A Fanboy

Chapter 3 - Lies and Surprises

"Niall baby, get up, I'm home."

I breathed as I turned around, still partially asleep. "Harry? Is that you?" I mumbled as I cuddled into the couch pillow. I heard a chuckle and then light tapping on my side. Whoever the fuck this is, they better get their fucking hands off of my side before I karate chop them in the throat. I'm very ticklish there. I opened my eyes to see who it really was. I immediately closed them when I saw.

"Ugh, it's just you" I sighed and turned back around, putting my back to her. She grabbed my side and I was about to kick her when she turned me around. I removed her hands from my waist and sat up straight, rubbing my eyes.

"Why ugh? You don't want to see me?" She pouted and I rolled my eyes at her. "Of course I don't want to see you, you basically ruined my friendship with Liam" I spat and layed back down on the couch, flat on my back.

My mother sat at the end of my feet and turned off the TV, making it deathly silent. Fuck, not a mother-son talk, the last time we had a talk was when she talked to me about the changes happening to my body 4 years ago when I was 13. I wanted to talk to dad but he and my mom got divorced a while ago so it was just me, my mom, and Greg. But, Greg was now 21 and moved out.

She talked about how my voice would get deeper, my height, hair growing everywhere, and even about 'down there' and why it would stand up straight all the time (I was a perverted boy). It was really awkward talking to a woman about this, but I had to since I didn't have my father around. What are we going to talk about now?

My mom placed a hand on my leg. I wanted to shake it off but I just ignored her and closed my eyes, resting both my hands on my stomach.

"Honey-"

"No mom, you've lost the privilege of calling me names" I mumble. I heard her sigh and she squeezed my leg. 

"Niall, I'm sorry for listening to you and Liam yesterday. But, as a mother, I need to know what's going on in your life so I can help you and you barely tell me anything."

"I tell you lots of things, and you have no right to eavesdrop on me like that, even if you are my mother. I need my privacy." This time I opened my eyes to look at her expression. She had her head down and she removed her hand from my leg.

"I know and I'm sorry. I just wanted to see if you guys would finally-"

"Mom! For the last fucking time, I don't need your help! I'll figure things out on my own!" I shouted and shot off the couch, running up the stairs and to my room, slamming to door as hard as I could making the pictures on my walls shake.

I ran to my bed and smacked down on it taking out my journal....ah fuck it, diary, and angrily opening it to the next page as I wrote harshly, smudging the black ink pen letters I wrote with the side of my hand  as I wrote quickly with my left hand, tears threatening to fall.

September 5

Dear Diary,

Today was a stupid day. I woke up and didn't find Liam next to me where we went to bed. I texted him to ask where he was but he said he had a dentist appointment and he would see me at school Lies. I bet he just left because he found out I was too clingy and he didn't want to be around me anymore. My mother is a prying weasel trying to get all up in my life. She thinks just because I'm still a virgin, I can't do the dating thing right and she tries to help me. I don't need any fucking help and I told her already, I'm saving myself for my true love. I bet she's the only mother in the world who tries to get me to loose my virginity instead of keeping it until marriage.

I spent the whole day eating and online where I watched 1D videos and stared at Harry's half naked body to get my mind off of Liam. It worked very well. I also tweeted Harry like a billion times and I do not regret anything, mate.