"Niall! fluff my pillow!", me mum yells for me and I quickly run down to the living room where she is and fluff her pillow for her.
I sit down next to her and she says,"What are you doing?"
"I'm your son mum", I respond.
"Oh ya", she says. "So... Why are you sitting here?"
I internally face palm then say,"I want to talk to you. Like how mums and sons do".
"What do they talk about?", she asks. Has it really been that long since we last talked...?
"Just how life's going", I respond.
"So, how's life going?", she asks.
"Not too bad. You know I have a boyfriend right?", I say.
"Ya", she says taking a sip from her tea.
"So... How's your life going?", I ask her.
"You already know Niall. Stop annoying me with all of these questions and go back to your room", she says.
"Mum! How come we never talk anymore?!", I scream. "I'm starting to think you don't love me anymore". I pout.
"I still love you it's just that things are complicated", she replies.
"Oh like how things are complicated with you and dad?", I reply.
"It's not like that Niall", she says sternly.
"Then what is it like?!", I ask. "Actually don't answer that. I'm tired of being your slave! Don't expect me to make you another shitty cup of tea again!"
I storm out of the room and leave the house. I was going to go to my room but I figured that Harry's house is much better in this kind of situation. I go to Harry's house and ring his door bell.
He answers and says,"Hi Niall! You usually don't come here so this is weird".
"I know, life is weird. Just deal with it", I say coming in.
"Wanna go to my room?", he says.
"Nah, I'm fine here", I say jumping on a couch.
He sits next to me on the couch and says,"Now seriously Niall. Outside of school you act like you hate me, why in the world would you come over?"
"I just felt like you needed some company", I reply.
"Seriously Niall", he says.
"How's that twin of yours going?", I try to change the subject.
"I don't know... Good? Now answer my question, why the hell did you come over?", he responds.
"God, can't a friend be friendly towards another friend?", I say.
"Niall! Why did you come here!?", he yells.
"Fine! I just didn't want to be with my family for some time, happy?", I respond.
"Oh, wanna talk about it?", he suggests.
"There's not really much to talk about", I reply.
"What made you come here in the first place? Who pissed you off to the point where you felt like running away?", he asks me.
"Ok, first of all I didn't run away", I sass him and then he rolls his eyes. "And the person that pissed me off was my mother. She was acting like I was her fucking husband who she doesn't even love anymore. They both treat me like shit like 98% of the time. Running away sounds like a good option right now actually".
"They can't be that bad", he says and I feel like strangling him to death.
"To sum it up, I basically have to raise myself on my own", I say.
"Niall, they pay for everything", he says.
"No they don't. I get money from walking Cookie and my brother gives me money sometimes and then I buy us food, water, and everything else. They have jobs but they never even work anymore. They're so fucking annoying", I explain.
"Oh, then why don't you ever say something to them about that?", he asks me. "You can't live a life like this when you're only 16".
"I don't know what to tell them. They're always fighting and when they're not they're yelling at me or being lazy", I say.
"Just tell them randomly out of the blue when they're in the same room. Or when they're fighting just stop them and explain to them why they're being horrible parents", Harry suggests.
"Wow Harry. That's actually.... a good idea", I say and then run out of the house without saying goodbye. Why the hell did I not think of that before?
I jog to my house and sprint straight to my room and lock the door. I then wait for my parents to start yelling again.
I invited Zayn over to my house today and we're currently in my room snug in my bed.
"So tell me about Dean", Zayn says.
"What about him?", I wonder.
"You know, what happened after we totally mentally kicked his ass", he says with a sly smirk.
"I punched him and pushed him to the ground in the face because he was hurting me with that knife of his. And then I ran away to my house", I say.
"What did he do with the knife?", he asks me sounding concerned.
"Nothing babe, he just poked me with it a few times. I promise there's no marks or anything crazy like that", I reassure him and then he kisses my cheek.
"Liam, I don't like it when you have a shirt on", Zayn complains and I quickly pull my shirt off.
I start to cuddle with Liam until he falls asleep on my right arm. I carefully get out of his bed and crawl downstairs. Before I open his front door to leave his house I text him saying that I went home because he fell asleep. I open his front door to leave and find Dean standing right in front of me.
"What the fuck are you doing here?", I ask him sounding angry.
"What do you think? Your boyfriend's hot and I like to make out with hot people", he says.
I kick him in the nuts with all of my fury and he falls to the ground. I then grab his arms and pull him across the grass in Liam's front yard and start to repeatedly kick him in the sides really hard. I leave him there and walk back to my own house.
My parents are finally yelling again. Ha ha, this is the first time I'm happy to hear them yell in about a year.
I walk downstairs as if nothing's going on, they tend to ignore me when I do that, and then I stand in the middle of them.
"Guys stop!", I yell out. "You're not being good parents!"
"How would you know what a good parent is?!", my dad yells back.
"Because I've been acting like one for the past 7 months and I'm sick of it! I shouldn't do all of this when it's your job!", I explain and then run off back to my room to let them fit all the puzzle pieces themselves.