That Rich Kid (Niall Horan)

Chapter 6

Thanks to my sister for helping me to gain ideas on completing That Rich Kid. A few chapters are coming soon before Epilogue! ;3 stay tuned people! ;)

Niall's P.O.V
After a week since that incident happened, I didn't appear in the real life anymore. Being far away from others to mind my own business was better than hurting others' feelings. I didn't owe an apology now. I did my best to fix it. The day when I met Zayn Malik was the last time I talked to human beings. The day when I texted Ava O'Donnel was the last time I texted someone. Yes, these two things happened in a day.

I received more than five hundreds amount of texts from the persons who claimed themselves as 'my friends but appeared nowhere when I got into troubles. Inviting me to parties, investing money to entertain each self and convincing me to live forever young were the things that they knew how to do. I was thirsty of love. I needed ones who would give me inspirations to live. The truth was I had no one.

Pizzas, unwashed clothes were everywhere. This apartment was very messy. Because what I did all day and night was sit statically without doing anything. What I did was nothing. What I thought of was everything. Under 18. A high school student. A kid from a rich family. An Irish lad who has a permanent resident status in America. A blondie who can bang chicks in the streets when he wants to. Those were the names given to me. They knew nothing about me.

"Knock! Knock!," I heard someone knocking on the video. I guessed it was the pizza deliverer. I slowly got up and turned the tv off, walking casually to the door.

Eventually it wasn't the person who I thought. Mom. Her wrinkles on her face seemed a little more as she couldn't control her emotion when she looked at me. I knew she just got back from meeting her boyfriend. She had many guys. Her face turned red as she realized I didn't invite her into the house politely. What I did was walk away and left the door hanging when I saw her face.

A short black dress. A pair of red high heels. Thick makeup. I could say she had just went from a date. She followed me until I stopped walking around the living room then I decided to continue watching TV. She stood at the corner of the room while her eyes staring at me furiously. I ignored her. She walked closer and now she stood in front of me.

"Pang!," a warm-heated palm was laid onto my face. It was a painful moment. She slapped me hardly.

"Niall!," she screamed. My eyes were still on the TV even though she was right there in front of me. I could hear her breath of anger.

"What the hell are you doing?! A week didn't come to school! You didn't hand in your assignments! I got a call from your principle! From your teachers! They all complained about you! Your rudeness! Your laziness! Don't you realize that  you are just a crap! Why the hell are you acting like you own everything in this world!," she yelled at me. She took the remote control from my hand and turned the TV off. Hands on her waist. I kept silent. I didn't want to talk to her.

"I'm talking to you!," she slapped me again. This time I couldn't control my emotion anymore. I stood up from the couch where I sat on. I looked down at her. She's a few inches shorter than me. She looked back.

"All you care about is just yourself! You don't even care about me! You come here when there is something important that might tarnish your reputation and your fame! You don't treat me in a way like I've had deserved to!," I yelled at her back. Her eyes widely opened.

"How dare you?! You're useless! All the years I raise you up until you're at this age!the money that I gave you?! What kind of child are you?! You're just like your father. An idiot!," she replied my statement back. She smirked as she mentioned the words "your father". Dad. The only person who understood me. The fire inside my heart was about to burst.