Five Against One

Strong

Chapter 20

Strong/One Direction

Niall gives me a ride home and I hesitantly walk up to my front door. I check the window and don't see anyone. A sigh of relief leaves me as I grab my key from my jacket jiggling it in the door.

I walk into the house and hear rustling in the kitchen.

"Shit." I curse under my breath.

I look around for a weapon and remember my backpack. I set it down quietly and grab one of my textbooks. I quietly walk to the kitchen and peak around seeing a bent over figure in the fridge. I take a deep breath and throw the textbook catching him off balance as I grab a kitchen knife.

"Ow." he mutters.

"What the hell?" I mumble.

"Alex, what the fuck are you doing?" Harry says rubbing his side.

"Why are you in my house?" I question.

"I was waiting for you." he says annoyed.

"W-What do you want?" I ask still pointing the knife.

"God, will you put the knife down?" he says putting his hands up.

I set it down and he gets up quietly.

"I said I wanted to make it up to you, so that's why I'm here." he says and I notice a laptop on the countertop.

"What is this?" I ask seeing my parents pop up on the screen.

"I set up a video chat!" he says excitedly.

"Hi honey!" they say.

"Hi guys..." I say.

"How've you been? Are your cuts ok?" my mom says making my dad chuckle. I frown and look down.

"Yeah, I guess." I mumble.

"Did you get a date for prom?" my dad asks.

"No, I'm not going." I mutter.

"Well what're you going to do? Sit in your room silly? Don't be a loner!" they laugh.

"Stand up straight Alex." my mom scolds and I immediately straighten my posture.

"Bad posture is a large turnoff Alex, you know this." she says shaking her head.

"Yes mother." I sigh.

"Alex, don't mumble, no boy is going to understand what you're saying." my dad says.

"And why aren't you wearing that makeup I bought you? I told you when you leave the house you need to be wearing it." she says and I nod.

"When will she learn." my dad says trying to whisper.

"Mom, Dad, are you coming back for Christmas?" I ask and they look at each other.

"Oh! Those are the kids calling, um, Zubambi is," my mom starts looking at my dad.

"Um, Zubambi is in labor!" he says and I frown.

"Yes! She's in labor!" my mom cheers.

"Wait! Mom! Dad!" I call.

"Byeeeeee!" they say clicking end.

I slam the laptop shut and push over a chair, storming up to my room. I breath heavily and grab our family pictures and throw them in the trash.

"Alex." Harry says in my doorway.

I whip around still breathing heavily and give him a raging stare.