"Niall fucking James Horan!" I widened my eyes knowing that I'm 100% caught this time. I slowly turned around, facing my mum. She was hella angry I can guarantee you that. "Hi, m-m-mumm!" I said, smiling a bit trying to calm the whole situation.
"Hi? Fuck, Niall! Do you know what time is it?!" She snapped. "Ummmmmmmm, time? Time time time time, wait I'l-" I was cut off by her "it's 4 in the morning! Where have you been whole night! I was worried sick for you! And how many times do I have to tell you not to drink?!"
"Well, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..... I don't know" I turned around and took a step forward but tripping over my own feet. "Owww heheheeheehehehe" I giggled. I stood up again and took another step but like before, I tripped over. "Where the hell do you think you're going? I'm not done yet." Said my mum from behind me.
I sat on the floor folding my legs and staring up at mum. "I'm listening."
"Niall, I had enough. I can't stay up all night and wait for you. I can't afford you taking goddamn drugs! I can't let you bring girls in house every single night. You can get arrested! I can't let my own son to destroy his life. So Niall I've decided that you will go and get therapy, because you're way out of my hand. A therapist will help you a lot."
"What the fuck mum?! What's wrong with me drinking? Or taking drugs or having sex?! I'm living my life like the way I want! I don't need a therapist I'm not fucking mentally retarded or depressed or some shit! I'm perfectly fine and I'm happy with my life!" I snapped. Who the fuck she thinks she is to decide my future?!
"Go to your bed, right now! You're going to a therapist and that's final I'll tell you the detail tomorrow morning."
"But I d-"
"Shut up and go in your bed room."
I huffed, "fine whatsoever. I don't fucking care." I said before crawling my way to my bed room and dropping my figure on my king sized bed and fell asleep immediately.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Tomorrow morning ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
"Mr. Horan" our one of the house maid shook my shoulder. I groaned. "Fuck off, Natalie."
"Sorry, but Ms. Gallagher has strictly ordered me to bring you down stairs with me." She said.
"I SAID FUCK OFF!" I roared as she gasped and quickly went out of my room. That bitch. I lazily got up rubbing my eyes so hard that after I stopped rubbing them, I could see a fucking galaxy and strange lights. I got up and went down stairs, watching maids going here and there cleaning, wiping, dusting, cooking, and doing other random work. Yes, I'm very rich. My parents divorced when I was five years old. Mum owns her own company and tours all around the world but I don't care, I have enough money to spend my life without any worries. I don't really have to do any job to be honest.
I heard some good mornings from some maids but I just nodded not bothering to answer back.
I finally found mom sitting on a couch and talking to someone on her phone. I just waited for her to end the call so I can ask why the majesty hired my service. So meanwhile she was busy talking to someone that I didn't bothered to actually pay attention and listen what she was saying, I just sat on a couch and tabbed my feet on the ground rapidly.
I gazed over my mother. "Okay, yes, yes, yes he'll be there. Don't worry okay, Bye"
"Finally" I spoke. "So why'd you woke me up so early?"
"Good morning to you too, honey, and it's half fast 11 for your knowledge." She stated. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. What is it?" I asked again. "You're going to therapy, Niall like I told you." What? Therapy? Wait maybe I do remember her talking rubbish about therapist.
I burst into laughter. "Do you actually think I'm going to take therapy?!" "Omg hahahhahahahahahahahahah." I laughed again. "Shut it! And yes, you are going to therapy. I've already made an appointment with a very nice and polite therapist and I'm sure he'll help you out."
"All therapist are "nice and polite" for your knowledge." I mocked her. But she just rolled her eyes. "I'm not going there."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"I said NO!"
"And I said YES!"
"Fuck this shit. Okay you win." And with that I stood up. "His name is Mr. Malik."
"Like I care?"
I went upstairs to my room and laid on the bed again, falling back to sleep in a matter of time.
