Make You Stay {A Niall Horan Fanfiction}

Chapter 2

"Kalli, you need to get up." I heard my mom say as she was knocking on my door frame

I groaned at the sound of her voice, checking my phone it read '10:34 AM'

"It's summer. What do you think summer is for, studying?" I hissed

"No, of course not, I just thought we could maybe go to the mall and have fun for once, you know?"

I sat up from my bed giving her a puzzled look. "You want me to go to the mall with you...?"

"Yeah, maybe get something to eat, buy a few new things-"

"Alright wait- are you on something?"

"No, Kalli. Just get up, and get ready." she said before exiting my room

So I did.

I hopped in the shower turning it all the way hot, just the way I like it. Feeling the warm beads of water trail down my body, I thought about life.

I don't know why, but the shower always feels like the perfect place to think about life, when you're finally alone and relaxed.

I stayed in the shower for a few more minutes after I lathered my hair with shampoo and washed my body.

I made my way over to my closet, pulling out a black crop top, my black ripped skinny jeans, and my black combat boots.

Black was my favorite color if you couldn't tell already.

I put a little makeup on and just whipped my hair into the messiest bun possible.

Making my way down the stairs, I heard my mom talking on the phone so I stopped after a few stairs and tried avoiding the creaking of the wood floor.

"John, I know. Yes- Mhm... I know! She's just so- antisocial... I want the best for her. Maybe- I don't know John. I think it would be best if she comes down and lives with you...What do you mean? John- you haven't seen her for 3 years."

I didn't believe what I was hearing. I tried holding back my tears by shutting my eye lids for a moment. I finished walking down the stairs casually as if I hadn't heard anything.

My mom must have heard me coming down the stairs because she looked up at me quickly and then said "I'll call you back." into her phone before putting it back in her purse.

"Hey honey!"

"Hey,mom..."

She took a look at me, scanning me up and down with a disapproving face.

"When are you going to stop wearing black." she sighed

I walked over to the table, grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and then took a bite from the apple, not taking my eyes off her.

"When they come out with a darker color." I replied with a grin after I finished chewing

I walked past her, tossing my unfinished apple in the garbage can as I opened the door to outside and got in the car, putting my feet on the dash along with my headphones in, and my music blasted.

A few moments later I noticed my mom making her way to the car, looking frustrated. She opened the car door and started the car, shouting something I couldn't understand.

She sounded muffled when I had my headphones in which was perfect because I hated her voice most of the time anyways.

"KALLI!" she shouted

"What?." I said, removing one of my ear buds

"Get your feet off of my dash for the last time. I'm not going to tell you again. And take those head phones out. You're really getting on my last nerve, Kal."

So I did, I took my feet off the dash.

"I'm sorry, is that why you're sending me off to dad's, mom? Because you can't handle me anymore?" I said sarcastically

"Dammit Kalli, that's enough." she shouted

She continued to drive as I looked out the window, wishing everything was normal like it was when my dad and brother were here.

10 minutes later into the car ride with complete silence, she decided to break it.

"How did you hear." she said, but more like a statement and not a question

"You're not exactly quiet while talking on the phone." I mumbled

"I'm sorry, Kalli... I'm just so busy right now and everything's just-"

"Shitty? Yeah it is. You know, it kinda sucks when your dad leaves your family like they meant nothing to you and then just goes and starts a new family. And the fact that neither one of my parents want me? Yeah, that's probably what messed me up so bad. Just a guess."

I looked over at my mom who had tears rolling down her face, like the rain outside the windows as I watched them race down the smooth glass.

"Kalli you know that's not true. Your father and I both love you very much! Just because we got a divorce doesn't mean we stopped caring for you, how could we?" she said, choking on her words

I watched the tears roll down her cheeks and she wiped them with the back of her sleeve. My mother, who was once so strong, was crying. I have never seen her in a worse stage than this.

She was getting gray hairs and wrinkles on her face which made her look like she had aged 20 years since the divorce.

I felt like everything was crashing down on me.

And I feel like I'm trapped in a small space where I couldn't escape.

That's what I'm feeling at this very moment.

Or stuck in a dream where I can't run any faster.