Bad Boy Horan. 2

Chapter Three

- 4 years later -

Olivia's Point Of View

A bloodcurdling scream echoed off the barren walls of the house, causing me to jump from the sudden noise.

"James!" I yelled, tossing the book from my hands on the couch as I quickly stood up. An immediate feeling of fear raked up and down my spine, as I quickly gripped the railing, sprinting up the stairs.

"James?" I yelled again, rushing down the hallway, and swinging his bedroom door open.

"Rawr!" He growled, pressing his dinosaurs face into his ironman action figure. He screamed again, shaking the action figure.

"James," I sighed, placing my palm on my chest, feeling my heart beating rapidly from the previous scare.

"Yes, mummy?" He said, turning his head, his electric blue eyes meeting my dull eyes.

A faint smile formed on my lips. "N-Nothing." I shook my head and bent down to grab my 3 year old.

"C'mon buddy, it's bed time." I adjusted him on my hip and walked him over to his crib.

"B-But, I was pwaying!" He reasoned, squirming in my grip and making grabby hands at his toys.

"James," I spoke sternly, readjusting him. "Tomorrow you can play. I'll play with you if you want?"

"No!" He huffed, crossing his chubby arms over his chest, as I laid him down.

I bent over to pick up his toys, and placed them on his desk Niall gave to him. It was his when he was younger.

A small smile pulled at my lips, as I brushed my fingers across the inscription of his name on the small wooden desk.

"Mummy?" James called, snapping me out of my trance.

"Book," He suddenly blurted out, staring at me with those familiar blue eyes. I smiled at him and walked over to the bookshelf filled with children books. I picked up his favorite book and sat at the edge of the bed. I opened the book to the first page and began to read. As I read, I could hear him giggle at the funny parts, which made me laugh along.

Nearing the end of the book, I looked up and noticed he had fallen asleep. I closed the book and quietly stood up, I placed the book back on the shelf and tip toed towards the door. When I was about to flip the light off, I heard his voice.

"Mummy?" He mumbled as I turned around, quickly walking back over to his bed. I hovered over the bed and stared at him as I threaded my fingers through his short brunette hair.

"Yeah, baby?" I whispered, knitting my eyebrows together in concern.

"Where's daddy?" He asked, playing with the blankets covering his body. I froze, his question catching me off guard.

"H-He's at work," I quietly replied, the feeling of guilt opening in the pit of my stomach. I had no clue where he was. He always leaves for 'work' and comes home really late and drunk. Honestly, it's scaring the hell out of me.

"But-but, he never reads to me and. . ." He trailed as I shushed him.

"I know, baby. Get some sleep, ok? He'll be here when you wake up. I love you," I gave him one last kiss on the forehead as he replied, I love you too, in a mumble. I walked back over to the door and turned the light off, leaving the door slightly open. I heaved a sigh, walking back down stairs and into the living room.

I tucked my legs beneath me, and held a pillow cushion to my chest, my eyes narrowing at the ground as I started getting into heavy thought.

I forbid my mind to think of one possible thing he could be doing. He would never do that to me. Not when we have a little boy in our hands. As soon as my eyes started to droop, I heard the front door slam shut, making me flinch by the sudden noise. I snapped my head up, greeting the drunken figure standing in the living room.

"Niall?" I whispered, slowly standing up, "W-Were you out drinking?"

"So what if I was?" He scoffed, stumbling over to me, nearly knocking himself over.

"I just never thought you would think about doing something like this while we're raising a child. So far, I'm doing the majority of raising him. . . By myself," I scolded him, standing up and crossing my arms.

"A guy needs a drink once in a while!" He tried to defend himself.

"This was the third time in a week you've come home drunk, Niall," I retorted, glaring at him.

"Why the hell are you on my case so suddenly?"

"Why are you out drinking and leaving me here to protect our son on my own?" I shot back, my confidence suddenly getting the best of me. "How the hell am I supposed to know that your cheating on me or all the money you're getting is because your fighting again?!"

His eyes grew dark and what he did next shocked me.

My head jerked to the side and I felt my right cheek sting as the heat poured inside.

Tears built up in my eyes and I looked at Niall with a hurt expression.

"L-Liv, I d-di-" I didn't let him finish. I began running up the stairs to James room ignoring his protests and heavy footsteps following behind me.

I quickly swung the door shut, and locked it, sobbing as Niall began to pound on the door.

I ran over to white door that led to my room, that was in the corner of James's room, and quickly locked that door.

My hands were working before my brain could process what I was doing, and before I knew it, I had a duffel bag stuffed with my clothes, and I was running over to James's room, and began to do the same. I pulled his sweater off a hanger and ran to his crib.

"James baby, wake up!" I cried, trying my best to put on his sweater, and shake him awake. He eventually woke up, confused and sleepy.

"Olivia! Open the damn door right this minute!" Niall shouted.

His eyes started to fill with tears and he began to wail.

"No, No." I stuffed his toys in the bag, and I brought him to my chest, as he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck.

I wrapped the bag around my shoulders, and threw open the door, immediately flinching as Niall's hand was about to hit me.

He stopped and his features softened.

"No, Olivia. Baby, I didn't mean to hurt you." He cried.

James's wails grew louder by the minute.

"I'm so sorry Niall, I don't know what happened to that carefree boy that I fell in love with, but I want him back." I sobbed as the tears flew endlessly down my cheeks.

I shook my head, walking past him and down the stairs. I entered the kitchen and grabbed my keys before heading out the door, hearing Niall's sobs and pleads.

I buckled James in his car seat, and threw the bag in the back before I sat in the drivers seat and sped off, disappearing in the night.

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Please don't hate :( that's the only reason why I stopped writing the first book and ended it so quickly. Too many people were giving me big grief and it embarrassed me.