Just The Girl I'm Looking For (Niall Horan)

Prologue

Prologue: 

As quietly as I could I opened the window to room. Carefully, I slid inside of it, my feet making a soft plopping noise on my old pink carpet. I thought I went unheard, but apparently not.

"AMBER LEIGH TEASDALE!" my mother screams up the steps. "WHERE WERE YOU?" she hollers.

"At Kay's house!" I lie.  

"YOU WERE AT CONNOR'S, WEREN'T YOU?!" she screams.

"No!" I lie again. "At Kay's!" I add, laying down on my bed.

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" she hisses.

A normal mother would be coming upstairs to scream at me, but no, not my mother. Right now, I assume she is too drunk to even stumble up the stairs, so she's just going to scream at me as she waits to sober up some. 

Even though she's drunk, she still knew I was at Connor's house. Before you start assuming anything, let me explain. I slept over my friend's, Connor, house last night, but we did not do anything. We never did. We don't have those feelings for each other. He's the one person I actually consider my friend. I just had to get out of this house for the night, because my mum is a wreck.

"ARE YOU PREGNANT?" she now shouts.

"OF COURSE NOT!" I say back, shocked.

"YOU WILL NEVER SEE CONNOR AGAIN! YOU WILL NEVER GO TO HIS HOUSE EVER AGAIN!" 

“NO MOM!” I scream at the door, just as foot steps begin to slam up the staircase. Within seconds, my mother’s angry face appears in my door.

”YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER, AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!” she yells back, eyes blaring.

”NO! YOU’RE BEING RIDICULOUS!” I scream back, getting up off my bed and stammering my way over to her.

Her fists are clenched by her sides, and I can tell it is taking her everything in her power not to hit me right then and there.

We stand there, faces almost touching, eyes blazing, and cheeks red from yelling.

Finally, I shout, “I HATE YOU!”

“I HATE YOU TOO!” she hisses, eyes still locked with mine.

“I’M LEAVING!” I scream in response, to which she laughs sardonically.

”THANK GOD! YOU’RE FINALLY GETTING OUT OF HERE!” she cheers. “GO! NO ONE WANTS YOU! YOU HAVE NO WHERE TO GO!”

And with that, she slams the door behind her so hard that my shelves rattle and the lights in our old house flicker. I remain standing in the same spot, my nails digging into the palms of my hands until I feel blood dripping down my fingers.

I finally move from that spot and go searching for some old duffel bags in my closet. I locate a few of them, and immediately go to throwing my clothes in my bag. I don’t know where I’ll be staying, so I pack for everything. Warm clothes, light clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, all that.

I manage to find two hundred dollars scattered around my room.  I make sure to grab my keys, so I can sneak back in while she’s at work and steal stuff if needed.

Lastly, I grab the picture of my step-sister and I.

And that’s when I get an idea…

I throw all three of my bags over my shoulder, and make sure my slam my feet as I go down the stairs, which is something mother really hates.

But much to my distaste, she’s not home. Her car isn’t in the driveway, and her keys are off the ring. I check the fridge to see if what I’m thinking is right…

Yup, all the alcohol is gone from the fridge. She’s going drinking at her scum bag boyfriend’s.

Again.

I look for more money where she hides it, but she thought a step ahead and took it. So right then and there, with only three bags of clothes, my phone, and two hundred dollars, I go venturing to no where.

It’s raining out, but my waterproof coat is so far in the bottom of my bag that it’s not even worth going looking for.

I find relief from the rain underneath a bus stop shelter, and then pull out my cell phone, searching through my contacts for that one name…

“Hello?” she answers.

“Lou?” I ask, my voice trembling.

”Amber? Is that you? How have you been? I haven’t talked to you in ages!” she responds, perking up.

“I’ve been better,” I say quietly. “And I know we haven’t talked in a long time, but I need a favor…”

“Anything for my step-sister,” she reassures me. “Where are you anyways?”

“Uh, I’m at this bus shelter on the corner of Belmont and Hennessey in West Chester,” I say shakily.

“Really?” she asks. “I’m right near there!” she gushes.

“That’s cool,” I reply quietly, not knowing how to respond.

”Yeah, so, uh, Amber? What was that favor you needed?” she asks, her voice sounding slightly concerned.

“Mom kicked me out. I have no where else to go…”

“Don’t move from that spot. I’ll be right there.”

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There’s the prologue to my new One Direction fan fiction (: Stay tuned for the first chapter!