She's Not Afraid (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 1

"Get out right now!" she yelled at me, pointing at the door. I smiled and picked up my bag.

"I was on my way out anyway."

I strolled out onto the road.

"No, just wait. I didn't mean that. We can sort it out together." She  desperately tried to run out after me in nothing but a robe. A small pang of guilt flushed through me as saw a tear roll down her cheek. I pushed the thoughts back immediately.

"Cheers mom. I'll see you at your funeral maybe one day, if you're lucky." I shrugged and hopped into the cab that was waiting for me.

She was now on her knees balling.

"Riley! Please, I love you. Just stay and we can work through it!" I looked at her through the clear window shaking my head as the cab drove off, leaving her in the middle of the road. I felt a heavy lump in my throat as I shut my eyes closed tight, trying to hold back tears. I had been crying for almost a straight hour, you'd think I would have run out of tears.

"What's wrong, hun?" the man driving the taxi asked, looking at my reflection on his little mirror.

"None of your damn business," I snapped. He looked away taken aback and kept quiet the whole way to the airport.

I didn't need to cry anymore. I was angry, just angry. I was angry with my mom, with just everyone in this damn city. I never want to come back to Melbourne ever again in this lifetime.

I shoved the money for the taxi into the driver's hand forcefully and stomped off into the airport.

***

"I love the colour of your hair. Is it natural?" the blond air hostest smiled.

"Yes, I have natural red hair," I muttered, trying not to roll my eyes.

"Oh, well it's really pretty. I've never seen naturally red hair that wasn't frizzy," she chuckled.

"Okay?" I shrugged.

"Would you like something to eat?" the she asked smiling.

"Nope." I turned around and tried to fall asleep again, tired of this conversation.

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I'm flying myself to London so I can rock up at my father's house after vowing to never speak to him ever again. I had my reasons of course. He came home a drunken mess every night from the pub down the street from our house back in Melbourne. One day he decided to leave us with nothing and I haven't seen him since, not I ever planned to until now. My mom was the only person in my life I actually cared about until I was nine or so. I have tons and tons of friends but I couldn't give a damn about any of them. They don't want to be my friend because they like me anyway. It's just a big house that my dad had bought before he ditched us. Oh, did I mention he's also a famous music producer? He left us with bugger all. We were in fact so short of money, my mom had to work two jobs and only came home at ten each night. I barely got to see her. She was the only person I ever came close to loving since my dad left, not that I ever really remember loving him.

There was also Jeff.

Just when I thought the only one I trusted enough to love was my mom, Jeff came into my life and I felt myself fall for him, not like my other boyfriends that I dumped the following week, like really fall for him. At first I didn't want to, but after a while I let myself trust him and after almost five months I told him I loved him for the first time, not just in our relationship, but in my life. I had never ever told someone I loved them until Jeff. I was so naive and stupid. I'll only make that mistake once. I don't think I'll ever be able to love someone again. I don't ever want to love someone again; I definitely can't ever trust anyone again.

"Please connect your belt, we are about to land in London, England," they announced irritatingly, although everything seems to find a way to irritate me. I rolled my eyes and plugged in my seatbelt.

***

I walked into a small coffee shop hearing my heels hit the floor with every step. Even that annoyed me enough to want to take my shoes off and throw them at the smiling-too-widely waiter.

"Take a seat anywhere," he beamed, grinning brightly and waving his hand over all the tables.

"Well I didn't plan to sit on the floor." I rolled my eyes, taking a seat at an empty table.

"I didn't expect you to, love." He smiled and handed me a menu. I looked up at him and raised my eyebrow after hearing the 'love'.

"Sorry, I mean, I didn't expect you to... Miss?" he corrected himself.

"British now a day's..." I shook my head and sighed looking at the menu. He chuckled but I ignored it and kept my eyes on the long list of possible orders.

"I've always found something more attractive about Australian girls you know," he smirked.

He was about to add himself to the list of things that irritate me.

"I'll have one of these." I pointed. He grinned as he walked off back to the kitchen. My order arrived and I drank it up as fast as I could and paid. The waiter slipped a little note into my hand as I got up to leave. He walked off back to the next customer. If he just gave me his number he should know he's not the first and I plan to throw it in the bin. I opened it slowly not really too interested to read it.

You have beautiful eyes.

I looked up at him raising an eyebrow. He smirked and looked back at his customer. I held back a smile as I walked out of the coffee shop.

What am I doing? It was just a stupid note. I scrunched it up before tossing it into the trash.

I walked out of the airport to call a taxi.