Risky Love [Niall Horan X Reader]

Chapter 1

"It's not fair!" I screamed at my dad who had just got done telling me that I basically had no choice in deciding if we were moving in with his girlfriend or not.

"Suck it up buttercup" was all my dad said in reply to my 5-year-old tantrum.

Sometimes I really hated my dad, and now was one of those times.

About 5 hours earlier my dad barged into my room demanding that I packed all my things into boxes because we are supposed to be moving in 2 days. Me, being the crybaby that I am, obviously got all upset and made the situation worse by cursing my dad out. He was NOT happy. Now I'm supposed to get everything packed by tonight. So far I've done nothing but go through all of my old pictures and memories I've had in this house. After my mom died I've been kind of an emotional mess so crying while reminiscing isn't new but this time it feels like the tears are never-ending. Its been 2 years but it still feels like yesterday that she was rocking me back and forth while singing lullabies. I really do miss her, she was my role model and the only person I've ever looked up to. She was my superhero and I needed her more than she needed me. One night after she was tucking me into bed, she went into the bathroom and overdosed on painkillers. I always knew she had terrible mental health but I did not know it was so bad up to the point that she would do something like that. Ever since then my mental health has worsened. I've never cut myself or tried to commit suicide but my dad worries that I might do something like that in the future. That's why he wants to move in with his girlfriend and her son, so ill, have someone my age to talk to.

Its currently 12 am and I've gotten half of my room packed into boxes. I finally quit crying about 30 minutes ago and now I'm jamming to my Spotify playlist. Music always calms me down so I always rely on Spotify instead of actually talking to my dad or someone else about my problems. I don't like talking to my dad about things due to the fact that he tries to make everything a life lesson which makes me more upset. Sometimes I feel like no one really understands the things I go through but that may just be because I never share what I'm going through with other people. My dad also thinks that me being around a boy my age will help me get more friends because he can introduce me to his friends but I don't think that will happen. I'm not excited to move in with my dad's girlfriend or son at all, because now ill have to be expected to talk to two more people than I normally am.

Around 3 am I finally finish packing everything and drift into a deep sleep, hoping I don't wake up tomorrow.