Unsaid (Niall Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

" Do you want me to pick you up? " Grace asks as I leave the car.

" No need for that. I'll walk there. See you later. " I say and start to walk towards the door. As I enter, I shout to see if my aunt is still there. She probably wouldn't be, she must be in some random pub drinking her ass out.  Nope, she's not. 

 I grab my phone when I hear the noisy ring coming out of it. I've got a message from Harry. 

  "Are you going tonight? To Grace's.. " 

 "Yes, she made me promisse I would go." I answer him back.

 "You're so grumpy today." I just toss my phone away, I don't even bother to answer him and his stupid comments. He should be able to comunicate with me and my awful mood. I'm always angry and sarcastic. Before I know, I'm kicking my walls with my feet. I'm woken up by the ache on my feet.  Controle your anger.  I take four deep breaths before my phone rings again. Then I force myself not to trow it against the wall, I can't afford a new one. 

 " You're so predictable as well, I bet you're trying not to smash your whole appartment right now. "  Jesus Christ, this guy is testing my limits.

 " And you're obviously stupid enough to think you won't get kicked in your balls after saying that. "  I answer.

 " You wouldn't."

" Oh honey. You know I will." I'm feeling a lot better now, I always feel better after teasing him.

" Whatever. Do you need a ride to Grace's?" Oh, now he's being nice.

" Yes. Be here at seven." 

  It was now six, I opened my wardrobe and picked a dark purple dress, one of my favourites. I quickly did my make up, nothing too big, only eyeliner and mascara. I brade my hair to the side and I'm ready to go.  

  By the time I finish it's only six thirty so I sit and start to read "Follow Your Heart" for the hundredth time. It always gets me, the way the author mixes her own story with the character feelings. I close the book the second I start to read it, I've done a pretty good job with my makeup today and I don't want to ruin it by starting to cry. 

 My phone buzzes when I receive a text message from Harry, saying he's on in way to my house. I put my heels on, grab my black purse and walk down the stairs.

  I feel someone opening the door on the other side. I almost wish it's Niall offering a ride, maybe with a smile on his face. Off course not. My aunt, with alcohol on her breath. She smiles at me and hands me a bottle of wine, that I immediatelly trow to the ground. She looks angry as she stares to the red-painted ground.  

 "You're going to clean it up." I sarcasticly look at her, before I turn around. 

 " Bye." I say as I close the door violently. 

 I truly hate her. She's a disgusting drunk, a disgusting stoner who does nothing with her life. It brings me to my nerve that she's spending my mother's money. I really need to get a appartment of my own. A shoe box, I don't care. I can't stand living here, seeing all my parent's hard work being wasted in pot, wine and weed.

  I sit on the step of the porch, waiting for Harry. I'm careful not to sit in the huge wine pool by the front door and I can't help to laugh. I lay my hand on the side of the step and I feel a piercing pain running trough my hand. I slightly scream when I see the blod on my hand. Fuck. A piece of glass from the wine bottle I drestoyed. I hear a car stoping in front of me and I swear I can see Harry's worried face through the window.