Moments: Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 7: Kicked Out

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"D-Dad" 

My voice was shaking, this couldn't be happening.

Niall looked terrified as well, watching my father trip over chairs and tables.

His eyes were bloodshot, obviously he had drunken more after I left.

He had death in his eyes as he came towards us, 

Well tripped and slipped towards us.

Niall put his body infront of mine, he knew what me dad was capable of, I told him everything. 

See my dad was a major alcoholic, ever since my mum left, he became addicted. He was a teen father, depressed, and lonely. Never got a proper education so I guess ye could say he was a loser single alcholic teenager father who ended up having a buddy, Damien, who was willing to give him a job. 

At a bar. 

Where he still works.

How he found me was probably because he needed a bathroom to puke in.

My dad was psychotic, with his consuming of alchol and the drugs he takes he's been on a mental overflow. He believed that if I had a boyfriend all hell would break loose, he didn't understand anything he was saying, but being drunk 24/7 you don't exactly have to think. 

He was a walking time bomb waiting to blow up on me, he just needed a reason to beat me up and kick me out. 

Niall was the perfect opportunity.

I knew it from the beginning too, Niall would risk everything, my home, my social life, literally everything. 

But I was too in love with him to stop myself.

Now here we are, watching my pathetic father swear and stumble everywhere.

"Go Niall, I'll be fine, please go."  

I whispered faintly to him.

He gulped and shook his head.

Where the hell the employees were during all this? In de back alley smoking.

Brad and Sean grabbed Niall by his arms, tugging him away. 

His arms were flailing, he was trying to kick the boys to put him down.

"What the fuck guys?! Put me down, he's going to kill her, he's going to, please, he's going to kill Paxton."  

Niall was screaming, his voice was raspy when he screamed.  

His blue eyes began filling with tears,

"Niall he's going to kill you! Stop the damn kicking so we can get ye safe." 

Brad said, tugging him towards the exit.

One more step and they would be out the door. 

Until my dad got up. 

He was walking crooked but was going at an extremely fast pace, only a few more steps and Niall would be in his grasp.

And with Niall's jerking and refusing he very well could be dead. 

I stuck out my foot, my father fell with a huge thud.

Within those seconds of time Brad and Sean managed to escape with Niall.

My father was laying on the ground, breathing heavily, realesing his stench of stale gin and pot.

"D-ad?" I gulped down my tears. 

The only reason I had stayed was because as ye know, Mullingar is a small town, easy for him to track down the Horan house. 

And I'd rather have me dad take out his anger on me, than harming Niall and his family.

My dad slowly got up. 

I knew what was coming 

"You fucking slag." he snarled grabbing onto my frail wrists. 

He twisted it, and kept it in that position with his firm grip.

I yelped out a cry of pain, as he stumbled home holding my wrist in that position. 

I looked for Niall, Sean, and Brad. Not a sign of em. 

After what felt like forever I was finally shoved into my "home."

I got escorted up to my bedroom, well FORCED up to my bedroom.

"Sitan de floor." 

My dad slurred.

I sat on my wornout green rug. Picking a few loose strings.

"Yer notte see dis boy gain. Less ye want to-LISTEN TEME WHEN IM TALKIN TE YE." he yelled, kicking me in the gut.

I bit my lip, trying not cry, I didnt want him to feel like he had power."

"YE WAN GET KICKED OUT? HAVE NO WHER TE STAY? YE DONT HAVE ANY FRIENDS, AND YE SURE AS HELL AIN'T STAYIN WIT DAT BOY, NIALL I'LL MAKE SURE OF IT."

"How'd ye know his name?" I asked quietly.

"IM NOT FUCKING STUPID, HE WOULD DO GIGS AT PUBS I WOULD GO TE.HOW HE PICKED UP A SCUM CUNT LIKE YE? I DON'T KNOW. EXPECT HIM TE HAVE BETTA TASTE."

Dont you dare cry, I told myself repeadtly, biting lip till it bled.

After punching in my already swollen right eye after the Holly situation, he came inches to my face. 

"Get te fuck outta my house." he hissed shoving me back. Give ye five minutes to pack up and leave."

I nodded, where the hell am I supposed to stay? If I stay with Niall I'd put him, bobby, and Greg in danger. Which wasn't even a question, no way in hell am I putting that pressure on them.

I just had to get everything packed before finding where i would be staying. Where would I go to school? I began having a full on proper panic attack.

I looked down at my feet, realizing I was still wearing the bowling shoes. 

I took them off my feet, and shoved them into my gigantic duffel bag, I put my entire wardrobe in my duffel bag, along with my iPod, and Niall's pajamas he gave to me, and my cloth toy dog, my grandma got me on my first Christmas.

I heard my dad marching up the stairs,  

"shit" I swore under my breath.

I quickly opened up my window and hopped out, right as I heard my dad open the door.

I sprinted down the road, terrified, i took out my phone, seeing there was anyone around here besides Niall I could call. 

27 NEW MSGS 

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All of them were from Niall 

He had also left 30 voicemails.

I reckon I should've called him back but I couldn't bring myself to do it. 

Knowing he would risk his own life for mine wasn't what I wanted for him at all.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket.

And sat on a bench at the park. 

"Paxton! PAXTON!"

Niall.