Return to Me (h.s)

Chapter 3

I woke up to the sound of my dad's booming voice yelling at someone. I blinked my eyes open, waiting for them to adjust. It was now very dark in my room so I knew it was at least past 10. I took my phone out of my pocket and checked the time.

11:11 pm. "Make a wish" I said sarcastically to myself.

I wish things were different.

My dad's voice broke my thoughts, I couldn't understand what he was saying. But I could tell it was coming from down stairs.

I stepped off my bed, and felt the cold floor send chills up my legs. I looked down curiously, not remembering taking off my shoes or socks. I crept towards the door only hearing a series of muffled voices.

Silently I opened my door, slowly following the voices and walking downstairs. I heard their voices clearer now and crouched down.

My dad looked like the same tall, dark haired, brown eyed man. He was quite the womanizer. But I know I took after my grandma with my blonde hair and blue eyes. Guess that makes me blondie#3.

"Why do you always do this, Rick?" Brenda said.

"I don't know what your talking about, you know I have work!" He replied angrily.

"You didn't even pick her up from the airport!" She bit back and crossed her arms.

I smirked to myself. Why should my dad be happy? I'm glad they have problems, what's even better is I'm the reason. My moms still single, while he's over here with this bimbo.

I look back at them and see my dad has Brenda pushed up against the wall, making out with her. My smirk immediately drops into a scowl.

My virgin eyes!

Seriously how bipolar can you get.

"Keep it, PG please." I call over to them as I make my way down the rest of the stairs. They immediately step apart.

"Oh, Leah, I didn't know you were up ." My dad shifts on his feet.

Brenda buttons the top of her shirt back up and tries to busy herself.

I shift my gaze from her to my dad. "Don't you have a room where you two can do your buisness?"

I take a cup off the dish rack and fill it up with water.

"I mean that is the point of having your room right?" I look at them from the brim of my cup as I drink.

"Alright, Leah I get your upset about the whole airport thing. But this is going to be a long year if you can't get along with me." He sighs out.

"Ok." I guess when it comes to my dad I always back down. I learned from the best, my mom.

I throw the rest of my water down the drain and walk out of the room without another word.

I see Niall coming down stairs and flip him the bird, as I continue my quest up the stairs.

"I need a shower." I mumble to myself. I walk down the hallway after retrieving my duffle bag of clothes and shampoos.

After opening practically every door in the house I finally came to a shower right across my room. I should have looked there first.

After stripping out of my clothes, I walk into the shower and let the hot water burn my back. I wash my hair and body, then I just stand there deep in thought.

Usually it's easy to forget. Or at least pretend to forget. But sometimes I can't help but let my mind wander back to that night.

I don't know how long I stood there. And I didn't know I was crying until my sobs shook me out of my thoughts.

I turned off the water and got out. Wiping away any tears left, trying  to earase my momentarill melt down.That's something I was used to, something I was good at. Covering up the pain.

I slid on a pair of black sweats and a blue hoodie. When I looked in the mirror I didn't see me. I saw a broken girl with sad eyes.

I walked out with my stuff and shut the light off. Then, I slammed into a hard chest. Groaning a pushed away and kept walking, convinced it was just Niall.

"Niall, you didn't tell me you had a new girl you were sleeping with. I didn't think this was your type." A new voice said chuckling.

I turned around infuriated and slammed into his chest again.

"Ugh!" I yelled and pushed his chest out of my face. Still not looking at whoever the hell it was. "I'm not sleeping with anyone!"

I finally look up and the first thing I see are a pair of breathtaking green eyes. I keep a straight face, but in my mind I'm in awe.

Wow.

"Wow what?" He says

Did I really just say that out loud. How pathetic am I?

I stay silent as I study the rest of his face. Chocolate colored curly hair, plump lips to die for, & a killer smirk. Even then I could see the way his cheeks concave to form dimples. It was enough to make my knees weak. And probably any girl whose seen him.

These were the kinda guys that were trouble. Jake, he was a safe bet. He was comfortable and I like being in my comfort zone.

"Oh please, like I would even touch her." Niall yells back.

Ouch

Too bad I don't care. I don't want anyone touching me. I look up at that guy once more and turn on my heel. I walk straight back to my room and close the door.

No boys, no trouble. With boys who look like that, there's bound to be trouble. And not the good kind. Why was he here in the first place? Well Niall invited him obviously.

All I have to do is stay away from him and Niall. And any other guys like them.

But some things are easier said than done.