US- Louis Partridge Fanfic

seven

I start walking up to the small house, imagining all the different ways I'll be punished. To be honest I get why they would discipline me as I did run away but I just needed to get away from all the stress of college. I had to do three monologues for the Thursday, and I couldn't deal with it, so Grace and I ran away the day before. I know we should have just done it, but we just couldn't. I only knew two of them and not even off by heart. I'm going to practise though. I have college on Monday, so I'll probably have to do it then. The drive is empty. Maybe no ones in.

As I go to place my knuckle against the door, it opens. Max is standing there. For fucks sake.

"Hey fuck face! How was your little get away? Did you have fun?" Max teases.

"Oh, shut up Max! Just leave me alone man" I say trying to push past him, but he doesn't let me past.

"Mom and Dad know!"

"Well no shit. Obviously, they know, they wouldn't just not realise I was gone."

"Might as well have though. You're pretty much invisible anyway."

"Oh yeah I'm definitely invisible even though every single day you pester me, and mom and dad always have a reason to have a go at me. Yeah, I'm practically not even here" I state, sarcastically.

He laughs "No one here actually likes you; I almost feel bad. But I don't because I couldn't give a flying fuck about your life or your problems."

"Wow, I have such a loving brother that cares so much about me" I roll my eyes.

"You have to stop with this sarcasm Y/N, it's getting unhealthy. Soon you'll need some medical attention. Might have to go to the hospital" he sniggers.

"I can't wait. Maybe they'll accidentally kill me. Aw how sad." I use sarcasm again as I finally push past him and walk up the stairs. I swing open my door to my very, what's the word? ... indie covered room. I jump onto my unmade bed. Feels good to be home.

After about an hour, I hear a car pull up on the drive as I'm texting my gay friend Kyle. I'm telling him all about the get away and he's living for it. Kyle is ginger and is very aesthetic. He's skinny, gorgeous but the only problem is, he can't always have fun with me and Grace because his parents are so strict. He wanted to come with us to London so bad, but he couldn't as his parents would probably ground him for life.

My bedroom door then suddenly swings open and both my parents are standing in the door way. I pull a guilty smile and they give me stern looks.

"Hi mom. Hi dad. Where have you been?" I ask.

My dad squints his eyes "I think we should be asking you that, don't you think y/n?"

"Yes, I know. What I did was very irresponsible- "

"You can say that again" my mom interrupts me.

I carry on "But I was just so stressed out."

"So, you ran away? Why on earth would anyone in the right mind do such a stupid thing like that. Do you not understand what stranger danger is? You could have got killed or a lot worse things-"

"Worse things? What's worse than getting killed?"

"How dare you talk back to me like that young lady? I mean do you not have any common sense in that small brain of yours? You're just senseless little girl who deserves nothing in this world but to suffer the consequences. Did you not think for one second that what you were doing was just crossing the line?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"You a living zombie you are Y/N. Do you not even understand how serious this is? Where did you and your little silly friend even run off to?"

I mutter very quietly, "London."

"What did you say?"

I repeat but a bit louder this time.

"I can't hear you woman. Speak up!"

"London!" I scream and both my parents eyes widen so far that I think their eyeballs might fall out. Max enters the room, trying so hard not to laugh at the fact that I'm about to be punished.

"LONDON!? London?! Why the actual fuck did you go to London? That city is full of chavs and paedophiles. I'm surprised you're even alive!" My dad shouts at the top of his lungs.

"It was far away. No one would find us. And I was fine there dad. I don't know why you're getting so annoyed. I'm home. Is that not what you wanted?" I say in a calm tone.

Max laughs "Nope. We wish you stayed there to be honest."

"Max! Go to your room!" Mom shouts.

"What I haven't done anything wrong?" Max argues back.

They start arguing whilst my dad is giving me a very evil look.

"I wish I stayed there too! It's much better there than it is here!" I shout, the room goes silent.

"Why would it have been better? You were probably in a shitty hotel room and you walked the smelly streets with hookers everywhere" my dad exclaims.

"Better than here. I was free and no one was there to shout at me!"

"Well we wouldn't shout at you Y/N, if you didn't make so many fucking mistakes!"

"Like Hannah Montana once said, everybody makes mistakes dad."

"Oh, shut up with all this Hannah Montana crap. She's fictional and this is real life okay. So, grow the fuck up and start acting like a normal teenager!"

"How can I act like a normal teenager when I don't have normal parents? I mean maybe if you guys were better at parenting, I wouldn't have run away from you lot in the first place!"

Everyone is the room gasps. I even feel myself gasp a little. I really went there. Well I don't take it back. I mean what I said.

"That's it missy! You're grounded for a whole month! And on top of that, you have no television, no phone, no laptop and absolutely no friends round! Do I make myself clear?" My dad spits out.

"Point proven" I say, placing my back against the headboard and giving him my phone.

"Maybe if you weren't such a cheeky brat, we wouldn't treat you like this" my mom says whilst unplugging my TV. She then grabs my laptop.

They both exit my room whilst talking about me and Max stands there laughing.

"What do you want Max?" I ask.

"Nothing. Just enjoying myself" he giggles as he leaves the room and slams my door shut, making me jump slightly.

I sigh as I stare out my window, wishing I were back in London. No shouting, no annoyance and with Louis. But I need to take that memory out my head otherwise I'll go insane. I need to practise my monologues for class, so I won't stress next time.