Afterparty // Niall Horan Fanfic

author's note: Please know that I do not encourage the use of substance abuse. The characters in this story will be using said substance for coping, however, it is a dramatization. Please do NOT think substance abuse is a good way for coping. Also I am using Demi Lovato in this story as an actress only, not her background or anything.

Enjoyy!! :))

-izzy

"Mom? Mom! What are you doing?" As i am about to leave, I enter the kitchen to see my mother passed out on the table with a lit cigarette in her hand. There are empty beer bottles and bags of pills everywhere. I take the cigarette from my mom's hand and put it out.

"You never stop do you?" I say more to myself, since I know she can't here me.

I hear the front door open and loud footsteps come into the living room.

"Joan! What the fuck did I say about leaving the garage door open!" The footsteps come into the kitchen and I am confronted with the person I am forced to call dad.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He says while spitting off the side without a care.

"You don't need to know." I say and try to make my way past him.

"Hey!" He grabs my wrist harshly, making me stop. "Last time I checked you don't pay the bills around here."

He brings his other hand to my neck and tightens his grip. "You better watch that fucking attitude with me. You don't wanna end up like your mom. Because I'll beat the shit out of you any day. Just give me one good reason and I won't have to hesitate."

His grip got tighter and I could start to feel my lungs quiver as they tried their best to search for air. My chest tightened and the blood was rushing to my face. Tears were blurring my vision.

I feel as if I was going to faint, until he finally let go. I hold onto the table and catch my breathe. He turns away to walk toward the living room.

"I hope you rot in hell." I say and before he can process what I said, I run to my room. He follows and starts banging on my door while yelling out a bunch of curse words. I go under my bed and grab my bag with my stuff. There was never really that much for me to start with so this is all that i had to take with me. I leave through the my window and head toward my best friend, Deandre's house.

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Deandre looked down at his phone to see a message from Katy:

On my way.

"Deandre! What is this?" Deandre looks up from the TV and sees his dad in his bedroom doorway holding a photo of him and his "friend" from a party a while back. Deandre looked at the photo and then back to his dad, who was fuming with anger. He never thought the day would come when he would have to come out to his dad. Not like this. He was hoping his dad would've never found out, at least until after high school.

"How long has this been going on?" His father's voice escalated with every word. But Deandre's dad did not let him respond. "How long, have I been keeping a homosexual in this household!"

Denadre's heart broke at the disgust in his dad's voice. His heart felt like it was pumping until it would burn out every vessel.

"T-that's not what you think I swear. It was a stupid dare. Dad I swear it's not what you think." Deandre tried his best to stay calm and go along with his own lie. However, Deandre's dad was not buying any of it.

"I do not care for ANY type of homosexual activity with any of my children. Not you or your sisters! Do you understand me?" Deandre felt like his heart was breaking into pieces every time his dad spoke.

"Please just let me explain-"

"Explain what? That you'd rather sleep with a man? That this kind of behavior is even humanly okay? Or did this happen because of all your sisters? Was it because you are the only boy in this family?" Deandre did not say anything because he already knew that those were all rhetorical questions. Deandre started to feel the warm tears flow down his cheeks.

"Crying is not going to solve anything. I do not want your mom to know about this when she gets home. In fact, I'll start you in therapy tomorrow. We will get you help and fix this." Deandre's dad left the room and slammed the door. Deandre put his back to the door and could feel the vibration of his dad's angry grunts as he walked down the hallway. Warm tears hugging his cheek he felt like he had no hope in the place he called home. 

He heard a knock at his window and pushed the curtain revealing Katy. Deandre looked up to see that her cheeks were flushed and she had a faint hand imprint on her neck.

"Katy, what the hell happened to you?" Deandre quickly let Katy in making sure he wasn't too loud.

"What happened to me? Why are you crying?" Katy embraced Deandre as if she hadn't seen him in years. 

"My dad found out." Deandre said with a raspy voice.

"How? Did one of your sisters-?"

"He found the photo of me and Max from last weekends party. I don't know how. He just came in here and started yelling at me with the picture in his hand. I can't do this anymore. I can't lie and pretend like everything is okay in front of my mom."

"You're right. We are leaving. Get your things."