The Bad Boy

Chapter 34

Stephanie's P.O.V.

        The flight home is too long but at least Dipshit got the odd seat out, and me and Ally were able to sit together. I wasn't in the mood to talk, so I put in my headphones. I miss Harry already, but it hurts less this time because I know we are on good terms unlike last time. I make it the whole flight without yacking. Woo.

        Niall drops me off at my house and I am not so relieved to see my parents cars both in the driveway.

        "Good luck with the lecture." Ally hollers as they speed away.

        I wheel my suitcase up the front walk and through the front door. My mom is on her laptop while sitting on the couch and my dad is looking over the paper from his recliner.

        "Hi, I'm home." I say and do a small wave.

        My mom looks up from her laptop. "Put your stuff upstairs. We have a lot to talk about." She says, her mouth set in a straight line.

        Great. I wheel my suitcase to the stairs and carry it the rest of the way to my room. I lay it on the ground before treading back down the stairs to the living room.

        "Let's talk." I say, crossing my arms as I take a seat in the striaght backed chair across from them.

        "Why did you call me at four in the morning to tell me you weren't going to college to be a doctor and that you were leaving for the beach a week after you get home from London?" She asks, closing her laptop.

        "I am going to the beach and you can't stop me. Eighteen remember?" I ask as I point to myself.

        "With who?" My dad asks, refolding up his paper.

        "Harry, Niall, and Ally." I say, almost slipping up and calling Niall dipshit.

        "We'll discuss this later." my mom inteurpts before my dad can say something.

        "I don't want to go to college at a doctor school." I say before she can.

        "Oh? Where do you want to go to school at then?" My mom asks raising one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows.

        "I want to be a writer. I can get a scholarship, I know it." I plead. "I love to write, and a lot of people think I could make it as a writer. And while I wait for my career to take off I can work at the publishing company."      

        "That is totally unpractical." My mother says.

        "No, it's not and it's what I want to do and I'm going to do it no matter what you say." I argue.

        "Well, don't expect to live here then." My mother scoffs.

        "Why would I?" I ask.

        I spring out of my chair and stomp up to my room. My parents and I have never been close and I kind of expected this to happen sooner or later. I won't move out until college, but I will definitely be spending my time somewhere other than here. Like Harry and Niall's place.

        I flop down on the bed, too tired to unpack. I pull my laptop onto my lap and power it on. Maybe writing will help me forget about this. I just want Harry to be here already.

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        "Hey, Steph, wake up." I hear somebody say.

        I open my eyes to see Ally standing over me, shaking me awake. My clock reads three in the afternoon.

        "What's up?" i ask, sitting up.