Seperate Directions (One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

 Dez Westmonds P.O.V

   "What to do you mean I'm not allowed to come home?"  I asked, flabbergasted at my mothers statment.  Since Niall and I's 'incident', I had been aching to get away from everything.  Where else to do that than in the comfort of my own room?

   "I mean, you left Dumphries to go to college, and until a scheduled break comes 'round, I don't wanna see your pretty little face," My mother answered.  Unfortunately, my mother was never very sympathetic.

  "You're seriously banning me from my own home?" I asked, flabbergasted.  Really mom?  Really?

   "Is your name on the lease?" She remarked.  After my moment of silence, I could almost see her smile. "That's what I thought.  You aren't a baby anymore, Desiree. You are a grown women.  I will not let you put your life on hold anymore."

   "Just coming home for a weekend isn't putting my life on hold, mom.  It's simply wanting to see my family."

   "Since when do you want to see us?  What's your real excuse?"

   "That is the real excuse-"

    "I'm your mother.  I know when you're lying."

     "I am not lying!  No-okay, maybe there is a guy."

    "Ha,  Funny story, sweetheart.  Now really tell me why.  Is it your roomate?  Because I can always pay the dean-"

     "I don't want your money, mom."

      "It's your money too, Desiree."

     "I wasn't lying, mom," I sighed, sitting down on my bed.  My mother was annoying and obnoxious on a regular basis, but never this annoying.

     "Dez, your first boyfriend was when you were eighteen and he broke up with you over toliet paper.  Clearly you aren't much of a keeper.  Now do you really...."  I pulled the phone away from my ear and set it on my dresser as my mother went on and on.

    A normal person would be offeneded at their mother saying things like that.  But when you grew up with it, and your mother was raised to always speak her mind, you learned to deal with it.  Reaching under my bed, I pulled out my Vans.  They were probably the most expensive pair of shoes I owned.  I was never much of a shoe person.

     Slipping them on, I reached for my wallet.  I opened it up quickly, checking the amount of cash that was currently stashed in their.  450.  The usual.  Slipping it in my back pocket, I grabbed my phone.  Of course, my mother was still rambling.  Probably on and on about how I shouldn't lie to her because she can always cut me off of my allowance.  Like I cared.

    My family wasn't one you would normally find in Dumfries.  We were more....whats the word?  Rich?  I definantly was NOT one to show for it.  My mother was the head of her own fashion line, whilst my dad was a Google Designer.  Of course, me and my two brothers were spoiled, but we never let it get to our heads.  Even my dad was still pretty down to Earth.  And then there was my mother.

   "Desiree!"  A loud voice shrieked, I jumped a little before pulling my phone back up to my ear. 

    "Yeah?" I asked, trying to sound like I had been in this converation the whole time.  "What?"

     "You are a horrible liar," She huffed.  "Goodbye, and remember, no further communication until you are on break."   I would've said something else, but my mother was gone.