That Blonde-Haired Boy ( Niall Horan Fan Fiction )

Chapter One.

  I played with my blonde string of hair, holding my Android in my hand. I was in my bedroom, trying to work on French homework, but was distracting myself. My radio was playing ' One Thing ' by One Direction. I mean, they were good singers and pretty attractive, but they are still stuck-up popstars who care for no one but themselves. The song came off, and I heard the DJ come on. 

   " If you want a chance to meet One Direction, go on to our website and click the One Direction button, and put in your name, your address, your age, and why you'd like to meet them! Now, here's Nicki Minaj with ' Pound The Alarm ' ... " 

   I rolled my eyes and picked up my pencil. A girl would die to meet those five boys, when I'd rather have my tongue slammed in a car door then spend two minutes with them. I put down my phone and write down some things for my homework. A knock comes to my door, and it opens. It's my mom, and tears are running down her face. " Dinner's ready. Come downstairs, now. " She says, wiping her mascara, and walking back downstairs. Okay, what the hell happened? I put down my mechanical pencil and walk out of my room, pacing down the stairs. Suitcases surround the front door and I immediately wonder what the fuck was going on while I was upstairs.

   " Don't leave, Steve! Please, I'm sorry! " My mom shouts. My dad runs down the hallway to the front door and takes a glance at me. He looks apologetic and looks back at the ground. " I'm sorry, Angelina. I'll   make it up to you one day... " He says. I'm pretty sure I looked confused right there, He picks up his suitcases and opens the door. He smiles at me, lightly, and closes the door behind him. My mom comes to the staircase, mascara running down her thirty-five year old face. " Mom, where is dad -... Why did he leave? " I asked. She wiped the tears from her face and buried her face in her hands. 

    " He left me, Angelina. He left me because he couldn't take this anymore. He couldn't take me and you. " She said. I came down another step and buried my mom in a hug. She cried on my shoulder, and I realized I was a few inches taller than her. She moved away from the hug. " Dinner's in the kitchen. Help yourself. I'm gonna go to bed. " She says, putting her brown hair in a bun, and tumbling up the stairs. I immediately open the front door and close it after I've entered the soggy air. My dad packs his sedan with his many suitcases as I run the stone path to his blue rusty sedan. I touch his shoulder as he turns to me. " Dad, don't go, please. Mom and I need you. " I say. He puts his last suitcase in the back and clutches his keys and my mom's credit card in hand.

   " I'm sorry, Ang. I can't stay. I'll see you in the future, hopefully. " He says, and gets in his sedan. I chase him a few yards down the road but stop when I realize he's gone. And he won't be back. I sit in the dirt next to me as the tears roll down my face. I've always had a good life. Great parents. Great grades. Great friends. Now, half of that was crushed. And it was starting to rain. Great. Do I stay out here and be pelted with hail or go inside, to the warmth, but the awkwardness of it all? I got up from the dirt pile and brushed my butt off as lightning bolted in the horizon. I walked fastly back to my house and opened the door. I realized the mess that they made.

    Broken bottles everywhere. Plates. The pillows are on the ground, water from my mom's flowers all over the counter. That's it. I've lost my apetite. I go into the kitchen and decide to clean up for my mom's sake. I wipe up the water, I put more in the vase, and I pick up the pillows. I throw the glass away from the bottles and the plates and sweep the kitchen. Our family was broken. After my parents' being together for twenty years, it's all down the drain.  I ended up breaking down crying after I clean up my parents' mess. I pound myself on the tile floor and the tears make a pile. The smell of destruction and a family torn apart fills the air and I wipe the falling tears. I needed to go to bed. It was the first day of Spring Break, so I could stay up as late as I wanted. But I didn't want to.