Uptown Boy (Narry Storan)

41. Stay or leave

Double update because it's a pretty short chapter, my apologies XX

HS

"But I'm surprised you could be this stupid, Niall. You jolly well knew how things'll turn out the second you bring feelings and romance into this. And yet, you still brought him into the picture. Do you not care for him at all?" His father taunts and I can feel the blood in my veins slowly start to boil.

That's when realisation hits me. Niall isn't having 'space' for himself. He's avoiding me. Or rather, he's pushing himself away from me. Niall left. He left to protect me, to keep me safe, to not let them completely drain me out, to keep me alive. Oh the irony, because now, I'm far from alive.

Niall's seething, he's inhaling and exhaling sharply, his fists clenched tightly by his sides and I'm sure fury is clouding his sight.

"What the hell do you know?" He snaps. "You let mum die before you. So don't even think of lecturing me about my relationship with Harry when you couldn't even protect your own wife. Actually, scratch that, when you were the one who cost her her life. If you had some bloody self control, she could be alive!" He shouts his voice cracking at the end, and my heart falls at how broken he sounds.

The smug look on his father drops, a flash of guilt crosses his features just for a second before it turns into a scowl, a deep glare which seems like it's devouring every bit of Niall.

"Yes, and you're just gonna let these dealers do the same to me? Don't you regret what happened to your mo–"

"You know what? I've had it with you. I'm tired. I'm so fucking exhausted from having to pick up your mess, and most of all, I'm so fucking tired of you guilt tripping me that mum's death was my fault. If you didn't have to get yourself into this shit in the first place, she could be alive. But she isn't. Mum's dead, dad! Just get that in your fucking head. She's dead, and is never gonna come back, no matter what you say, or how much you blame me for her death, she's dead! She's dead because of those stinking dealers! And I'm so done helping you. I have my own life, and I'm not spending the rest of it paying up your debts, bailing you out from jail, and saving your damn arse from these dealers. Drop the drugs, seek help for your addiction. That's when I'll be willing to support you and get you back on your feet. I'm not gonna waste my life away trying to help you when you're not even trying to help yourself." By the time he's done, he's panting heavily and a sense of pride rushes through me, glad that he's finally standing up against his father.

I expected for his father to say something back, anything at all. Be it a sorry, or even a harsh refute. But it was neither. Instead, it was a ball of spit to Niall's face. I cringe in disgust, and anger overtakes any form of rational thinking.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I snap even before I could process my own words.

They turn their attention to me, as I storm my way towards them. Niall's eyes widen in surprise, a glint flashes by his eyes for a second before he turns expressionless, calmly swiping the spit off his cheek.

"Oh look, your boyfriend is here. I would have thought-"

"For fucks sake. For once in your life, could you just shut the hell up. I don't care what the fuck you think." Niall interrupts coldly.

His father's jaw hardens in anger and before he could even shoot his nasty words back at Niall, I'm standing right between the both of them, blocking his view on Niall.

"You're fucking disgusting do you know that?" I snap, glaring at him with harsh intensity.

"Stay out of this, kid." His father spits, glaring at me with hatred in his dull and cruel eyes. "You're digging your own grave. So what I'd suggest is for you to leave now before somebody gets hurt." He threatens, the coldness in his voice sending a shiver down my spine, to which, I ignore. To think they only say those lines in movies.