of all the bad things rushing in my head...I would have never expected it to be this.
When Niall said my dad called, the first thing in my mind was that he must be calling just to ask about how I was doing and if I made any friends and shit. I ran to Mrs. Shelby and dialed home from her phone.
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No one's gonna pick up. I sighed and started walking off to where I sat the first time I came here and Niall started a conversation about daydreaming. I had her phone in my hand and realized that I had my own too. I took my phone out and checked the 15 messages I'd gotten. If you think I was happy to see that people remembered me, I wasn't. Because no one was missing me...it was just my mom. Bummer...I know.
I called her. She didn't pick up either. Now I was worried. Niall came and sat next to me.
"What'd he say?"
" He can only say it if he picks up!" I was frustrated and angry. It wasn't his fault and I felt bad screaming at him. I took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry" I looked at him looking at me. His expression was nothing I can name specifically. It was a mixture of sorry, admiration, sympathy and confusion.
"It's really weird how you don't know why he called and yet you think it must be the worst possible thing it can be." he finally spoke.
"well...." I thought about that. "You came to me all worried and scared and...what was I to think? "
"Maybe that's how I tell everyone that their dads called" He shrugged.
If it was anyone except Niall, I would have dug up a grave and buried him alive. Seriously. But then he said, "But your dad does have some bad news."
"I know...." I closed my eyes and forced the tears back in. "He'll call again."
Later that night my mom called. And took her a great while to tell me what the actual thing was.
"Mom...I know something is really wrong and you're not telling me."
She breathed and started about how much she loves me and that I've made her so proud and shit. Then she got to the point.
"Baby, I'm so so sorry....but...well..... your dad wants to talk to you, he says it's maybe the last time he will ever be able to talk to you."
I.Froze.
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I know. I know. Six months later and yet a really short chapter. But guys, give me some credit, at least I didn't give up on the story!
Anyway, Sorry for the cliffhanger. But I am back and so the story continues. Happy reading!
-Zoya♥
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My Crazy Mofo (A Niall Horan fan fic)
FanfictionThere are only three types of people who can survive high school the way they want to, Cheerleaders Football players and Niall Horan!