That Rich Kid (Niall Horan)

Chapter 4

7 years later (current time)

Niall's P.O.V
"Que sera sera...
Whatever will be... Will be...
The future is not ours to see...
Que sera ser-"
My finger automatically touched the button and the song had already stopped. Listening to the sound of my breath was much better than wasting my time to let the song talk. I was on my way home from school, and little did I know this radio station tried to make me remember the moments of the one and I.

I kept on driving with a million of voices in my mind commanded me to be home. Additionally, I didn't feel strongly enough to convince my instinct. To my instinct, now Mom might be in the house. I had to admit that I hadn't seen Mom for almost 2 months and I didn't miss her at all. I didn't want her to come and talk to me. My life. My business. Not yours.

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After 20 minutes on the road, I was finally able to let myself open the door. I couldn't wait to let my steps to be inside my house. I shouldn't let myself be outside with others. I knew I did a right thing. Which was to be alone. I needed some space. I wanted to be alone for a while. I didn't want to see anyone.

No voices of any mankind, but what I heard was the voice of the fan, spinning round constantly. Getting my knees down to put the sneakers which I wore inside the bottom of the rack, needed a lot of effort until I finally got to do that.

I went to the kitchen and headed straight to the refrigerator. Leftover pizza from last night. I took it out and had it. Yummy. A piece of cold pizza was what I wanted to warm my heart from getting much hotter. I took a bite and chewed it slowly. Fortunately, this pizza saved my life.

"Niall," a familiar voice called my name, breaking the silence. I turned left, staring at the figure of the one who I didn't want to see for now, Mom. Shit.

"What the hell are you doing here?," I asked, ignoring her presence even though her eyes hadn't stopped gazing at me. She stood silently in the corner of the kitchen.

This apartment is hers but she's always not home. So, I would claim it's mine cause I have more time being in this house than she does. What she knows and what she does is her company, her career, those arguments with her ex and her commitment as a man's girlfriend. While the rest? What about her sons? And I'm one of his sons. She always forgets the thing which should've came first. Greg is married and has his own family. Why would she care about him?.

"What have you done?," she asked me calmly. I stopped breathing for a while. Drinking a glass of milk in my hand was more important than answer her question. Why would I?.

"I asked you what have you done at school?!," she asked me again. She raised her voice and it sounded louder.

"Nothing. I just got back from the detention class. What's the matter?," I continued drinking, leaving the kitchen. Most specifically, I left her. Not seeing her face was the only thing that I wanted to do. While I made my way to the room, Mom grabbed my arm and she blocked my way.

"You know what?," she made her eyes widely open, looking into mine. I didn't say a word.

"Your principle called me and said you were involved in a fight! You started the fight first! I raised you well and you gave me this. I'm so done with you Niall!. I give you everything you need. You act foolishly at school! Come on, you're 17!. Did you give me good marks? Obviously No!. What do you do?! At school? At home. Look Niall, if you keep on acting like this, I won't have regrets about moving you to another school even now is your final year!. Please behave yourself! Treat others nicely!. You started the fight! It's unforgivable!," she stopped nagging while shaking her head. I could see her face turned red as she was mad at me.

"Moving me to another school?," I asked.

"Yes. Listen. This is your last chance!. Bye I gotta go. Dave is waiting me," she said then left me. She left the house. She wanted to meet her boyfriend. I was left again.

Realizing what happened in school accidentally made me emotional. Tears streamed down my face and I wiped them slowly. I was crying. In a boring evening. I just wanted attention from someone. I needed somebody to talk to. My friends wouldn't understand me. They claimed me as my friends in fact they're not. I missed Dad.

"Tut... Tut..." My phone vibrated, showing that I got a text from someone. It might be Louis or Liam or Harry, inviting me to a party. I took it out and read the text.

Zayn.

An unexpected name appeared on the screen.

Zayn: Yo, can we meet at Taco Bell at 6? Gotta say something.
Niall:Yea sure.

I was really shocked. Didn't know what to do. Zayn wanted to meet me?. Malik? Paki? What? What's it? About what? Is it about Ava? And this meeting is about her? Ava? Ava O'Donnel?.

Heyyyy why did Zayn want to meet Niall? Who's Niall? How's his real life? Who is Ava to Niall? Why does he treat Ava in that way? Find out next.... ;)