What could my mother possibly want?
She made no effort to communicate with me for years. Let alone, see me. She was too busy working and hooking up with men. As i walked toward my apartment building, i saw Niall with his hood on and his glasses. His disguise so fans wouldn't recongnize him.
"Niall! What are you doing here?" I asked him quitely.
"I just came by to see you." He said and smiled.
"I don't know its a bad time, my mothers home and she wants me." I told him. I didn't want Niall to meet my mother. I didn't like her.
"Its okay, we'll go through it together." He said and locked his hand with mine.
I took a deep breath, i was a little scared of my mother. We made it to my apartment and i opened the door. I turned on the lights and my mother was slumped on the couch with some vodka in her hand. She looked up. I hadn't seen my mother for a long time, she was pretty in a way but she had bags over her eyes and her lips were dark and she had a scar on her face. What happened to her?
"Leyla boy wit you?" she slurred each word, clearly drunk out of her mind.
"Mom, this is Niall my boyfriend." I said clearing my throat. That didnt sound right.
She looked at me and said "Your too ugly to have a boyfriend."
"Mom, why did you call me here?" I asked impatiently.
"Go get me some more beer." she slurred.
The supermarket was at the end of town. I didnt have a car so i would have to walk. I didnt want to go, but i was scared of saying no. Niall's grip on my hand tightened. It gave me bravery.
"No." i said a little shakily.
The vodka bottle dropped and broke sending glass flying everywhere. Niall gasped but didnt let go of my hand. My mother walked up towards me.
"NO?" she screamed. She was close to me and i flinched because of traumatic childhood experiences i had with her.
"You heard me." I said. I didn't want to give in to her, i was sick of her.
She slapped me hard.
Niall pulled her away from her.
"Let her go." I said, i wasnt done yet, She was about to slap me again but then i spoke.
"All these years you were never there for me. I went through hard times and almost commited suicide. The only family i had that was there for me was my friend who i consider my sister, Valerie. I had to rely on Valerie and her family for everything! When i was younger they took me food shopping, to the mall to get new clothes and helped me with school homework and parent signatures for notices. They drove me to the denist, doctors and hospital. Because you were never home. You don't know anything about me besides my name. All you cared about after the divorce was you. You got a job as a stripper and hooked up with men everyday even though you could have continued to be a doctor! You were drunk all the time and when you were home you treated me like a slave! I had to deal with everything in my life by myself. Val's parents gave me advice about boys and womanhood. But now, im tired of you. Im in senior year starting this fall. I'm 18 and old enough to live by myself. I don't want to be hurt anymore. Please, move out! Niall will even give you money to just leave! For more than 10 years I didn't lose hope and promised one day you would come back for good. I've lost all hope with you." I screamed at her. Tears were falling out of my eyes.
Somewhere in her drunken mind she understood. She started to cry.
"Leyla i'm sorry..." She said but she even knew it was no use. She couldn't be forgiven.
Niall gave her money and she left with her body was shaking.
My body was trembling and i was crying hard. Niall picked me up and walked over to the couch. I curled up on him and he hugged me tightly.
"It's gonna be alright Ley." He said.
I dug my face into his shoulder and he stroked my hair. i didn't ever want to let go of him. He gave me a warm and cozy feeling.
"I'll be there for you." He told me. "It will be just fine."
We stayed on the couch curled up for hours until my tears finally stopped.
He pulled me in for a long kiss.
Was it wrong i thought of Harry?
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