Punk Direction (Niall Horan love story)

I carefully studied my reflection in the mirror. I just finished getting ready to go out. Monday went awfully wrong. I had a test, to wich I studied my brains out, even if the back of my head was planning to do something with Niall, wich eventually happened. But I was anxious for my dad to call me because he hadn’t done it since yesterday and I was getting nervous. So I had my phone in my pocket. The stupid professor took my test and told me I couldn’t finish it because I was cheating. He only saw my phone, he didn’t saw me doing anything. That stupid asshole, I swear, he’s getting on my nerves, so when I came home, I just slammed the door and cried in Niall’s chest because of my grades.
He just hugged me till I was fine and told me he was going to get my mind off of it. Wich lead us to here, my house where I’m changing clothes. I have a pair of shorts and boots on, my hair was pulled in a bun but the only thing missing was my shirt. A red one with dark blue squares. I hadn’t putt in on, because I was examining my arm, the arm Niall held tightly yesterday. I had a dark purple mark over my arm. Carefully, I ran the tips of my fingers over the bruise, sucking on my teeth when one of my fingers pressed too hard.
I closed my eyes and shook my head negatively. There was no way he was going to hurt me on purpose. He was so caring and cute last night. He would never do it on purpose, I know it. I put my shirt on, buttoning it till two buttons remained open so I wouldn’t show much cleavage, but I would show just a small amount of skin.
Looking at the mirror, I saw my usual self. Slightly curlied brown hair, and brown eyes, the fleshy lips and the same curvy nose I’m used to see on the mirror. My cheeks are still fleshy, but now I feel like they’re always red and blushed. I can thank last night events I think.
I pulled the sleeve up again so I could put some cream so the bruise would fade away quickly. Thankfully some of that cream I used when I had to pick up M’ book, is left. I put some in the tip of fingers and was about to rub it in my skin when a hand grabbed my wrist.
I turned my face to the left side to see Niall. His expression was closed, wich I was used to assimilate to sadness. I was about to put my hand in his cheeks and shake my head negatively, when he held me by the back of my thighs and sat me on top of the sink.
“Niall…” I started
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, the tips of his fingers running over the bruise.
I bit my lips so I wouldn’t complain, but it was hard to do so when he pressed his fingers just a little bit more. I squealed and pushed him back unconsciously, cringing in my place. He looked at the ground and shook his head negatively, storming out of the bathroom. I cleaned my fingers in a towel and pulled my sleeve down, running after him.
He was sat in a chair in the corner of the room, his hands holding his head, while his elbows supported on his knees. He was rubbing his face, wich I could tell was red. I slowly walked towards him, a soft smile on my lips. I am so happy. A small bruise doesn’t matter, and I know that’s why he is upset.
“Niall…” I called, putting a hand over his shoulder, slightly leaning forward.
“Don’t!” He said, getting up and walking firmly to the other side of the room “Don’t even try to tell me it’s alright!” He said “You took a good look at your arm haven’t you?” He growled “I did that! I did that with my bare hands Johanna. How will I be capable of having sex with you if I hurt you every time I touch you?!”
“You don’t hurt me every time you touch me!” I said, walking towards him
“Yes I do!” He bawled “Look at your arm Johanna!” He said, grabbing my arm right on top of the bruise. I squealed “See?!” He yelled, running his hands through his hairs after letting me go.
“Come here!” I asked, he didn’t obey “Come here, or I swear I’ll make you!” I said firmly.
He looked up from the ground till he found my eyes. I extended my arms and smiled, to wich he responded with practically running towards me and hugging me tightly. I hugged him back, letting all of the air in my lungs out as a form of appreciation. My right hand was in the back of his neck, rubbing it. He needed to relax, he needed to know everything is okay.
“I promise its okay!” I said low pitched “And I never, ever break my promises!” I smiled, pulling back to look at him.
He smiled too, slightly. I smiled wider when I saw him smiling and hugged him again.
“You alright?” He asked, pulling back to look at me “Not sore or anything?” He asked me and I blushed, hiding my face in his chest, shrugging “Blood?”
“No more!” I whispered
“Good!” He said, grabbing my thighs and pulling me up, my legs finding a perfect place around his waist “Because I want you, right now!” He whispered against my neck, making me roll my eyes out of pleasure after he kissed it.
“But, your friends Niall!” I said
“They are anxious to meet you!” He said, kissing till the base of my neck “But they can wait!” He said, before we both fell in the chair, me on my back.
I pulled Niall’s shirt up, my stomach already tightening. He pulled my shorts down, showing my black set of panties. His hands moved up my arms, careful not to touch my bruised place too hard. I don’t care about the bruise, it means nothing to me really, but he does. And he is here, right now, loving me with everything he has, with all his heart, and I guess that’s amazing, at least that’s how it feels: Amazing.
I took my hands to his bum, pushing his large jeans down till his knees.
“If I didn’t know you better I would say you’re addicted to sex!” I whispered
“With you?” He asked “I’m addicted to everything about and with you! Everything on you!” He whispered, pulling my shirt open, the buttons all falling in the ground and producing a weird noise
I kissed him roughly, my hand on his back as his hands trailed up to my chest, his hands squeezing my breasts, still covered with my black bra. That’s when the door opened. I groaned and looked up to see my mom. Her eyes widened, almost the size of two marbles as her cheeks got redder and redder.
“DOWNSTAIRS, TWO MINUTES, HURRY UP!” She growled
I nodded and looked at Niall, who was still on top of me. I blushed when he made a weird face and repeated what my mom said. I knew he hated her, I knew she hated him, but he’s my boyfriends, who I love and I’m not going to give up on that because of her. You know why? Because he’s giving me something she never did: unconditional love.
“You ready to face the crazy bitch?” Niall asked, getting off me and pulling his jeans up
I scowled him with a look.
“What?! You look at me like I’m lying!” He rolled his eyes, grabbing his shirt form the ground
“She my mom Niall!” I said
“A mother who always treated you like shit, like you’re less than all your sisters, someone who doesn’t even show you the smallest amount of love. I do the opposite she does, and I still don’t know if you would chose me over her!” He said, pulling his shirt over his head.
I opened my mouth one time to talk, but never came out. He was asking me to choose, he was asking me to choose between him and my own mother? I opened my mouth again to express my indignity, but then his words sank in! He was right wasn’t he?
He is right and I know I should choose him over her, the man who finally showed me what happiness was, the man who showed me love, the man who gave me the world without even leaving the same room I was in! I should choose him over her, I should choose him, because he gives me unconditional love.
So why can’t I?
“Thought so!” He said, before he slammed the door of my room, making me jump in bed.
He had a reason to be upset? Wha has she done to him after all? He only saw her once! Sure that one time he said some rude stuff to him, and about him, wich lead us to a break up and my sadness. But he couldn’t hold a grudge against her that long could he? I mean, we’re back together, there ain’t a reason to be angry at her anymore!
How can he ask me to choose between the both of them? Seriously, he has a small tip of a point, but hell, it’s not fair to have to choose between the two of them. I can’t chose between them both. I mean, she’s my mother for God’s sake.
“I’ll grab the mattress from the attic Johanna, don’t worry about your mom seeing it!” I heard Niall bawling from the other side of the door, and I froze.
My mom was a smart, smart woman, she would figure it out what happened, and my anger towards him grew when he yelled that. He’s giving her more motives to be angry at me, and I’ll be lucky if I don’t earn a freaking slap and a very, very ugly name called at me when I get downstairs.
I jumped out of bed and opened my wardrobe, grabbing my shorts from the ground and putting them on immediately. I pulled the shirt from my arms and put it on the garbage. I grabbed a grey top from my wardrobe and a leather jacket, putting those on quickly and letting go of my hair. My malformed curls fell on my back and over my chest, covering part of my skin.
I ran my hands through my hairs, pulling the bangs to the right position so it covered my left eyebrow almost completely. I took a deep breath and walked to the door, opening it in time to see Niall carrying he mattress down the stairs. I didn’t even look at hi while I walked down the stairs.
She was waiting for me at the end of the staircase, her cheeks red, her eyes burning with anger and her foot patting the ground repeatedly. Next to her was my dad, the man who I knew was going to protect me from her at all cost, that made me relax the smallest bit.
“Hurry up, we don’t have much time! We need to go back to the hospital!” She said and I was about to go down the stairs when a hand wrapped around mine.
I looked up to see Niall looking forward, not even looking at me, like I did to him when I left the room. Sure, I was a bit angry at him, but I’m thankful he is actually here to take the consequences of this with me. It shows me that he still loves me, and he’s showing it, even if it’s against his own will. I knew he was doing it against his own will because of our latest discussion. Or maybe he isn’t that mad at me after all. I don’t know, I’m just thankful he’s here.
He gave a slight clench in my hand and leaned to kiss my temple, starting to go down the stairs. How he managed to kiss my temple without looking at me, I have no idea, I only know his gaze was in my mother and my mother only, and it was as cold as it could be.
We started going down the stairs and soon we stood in front of them. Niall’s hand surrounded my waist as we both stood in front of my parents, and he pulled me closer, as to protect me from my mom, or pull me away from her.
“Johanna Skyes, tell me what happened in that room!” She demanded
I swallowed and opened my mouth to talk, to say the truth, because I wouldn’t lie about this, not when it meant that much to the both of us, me and Niall.
“Oh, it didn’t happened in that room!” Niall cut me off before I could even say “Yet!” He exclaimed “It happened in the attic, once, twice, three time, in the kitchen, in your room, in the living room, on the floor! Almost everywhere in this house really!” He started numerating.
Of course he was lying, because it only happened once and then we went to sleep, but I guess he liked getting on her nerves, but thing is, he is bringing me nothing but more troubles with the joke he was doing. He was practically rubbing in her face that I gave myself to him, that I broke the rules. I slightly clenched his hand in mine.
“Don’t listen to him!” I said, shaking my head negatively
“Tell me what happened then!” My mom said
“It’s my personal life mom!” I said, maybe a little bit roughly
“Don’t you dare use that tone with me miss!” She barked “See what he’s doing to her Tom?!” She asked, turning to my dad, who said nothing “Tell me what happened Johanna!”
“Mom…” I warned
“Tell me!” She growled, taking a step in my direction and grabbing my arm, the hurt one.
I squealed out of pain and Niall pushed her back from me, her bumping against my dad. I took one hand to my arm and squealed. He grabbed it much more roughly than Niall did, and now it hurt even more.
“Are you okay?” Niall asked, his eyes softer than they ever were before. I nodded “No you’re not!” He said, grabbing me from the ground and sitting me on the stairs.
He pulled my jacket out of my arms and put it aside, examining my arm. He ran his hands over the bruise, and I sucked on my teeth. His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips in a thin line. He was hurting, hurting thanks to this. He leaned forward and raised my arm, kissing the bruise. I smiled softly with the act, but when he pulled back, his expression was the same, even when he saw me smiling at him. So, I put my right hand in his jaw and pulled him closer, my lips connecting with his.
I love him, over everything, I love him like crazy so I think I should do everything I can to make him feel better, even if he made me feel like shit and forced me to choose between him and my mom.
“You’re becoming a slut!” She yelled, making me and Niall pull apart “Look at what he has done to you!” She said, grabbing my arm and pulling me from Niall, her fingers purposely pressing in my wound. I bawled out loud as she kept pulling me “Look what he is doing to you!” She said, letting go of me and turning me to face her “You’re talking back to me, you’re lying, you’re disrespecting my rules… Is he good in bed?! That’s why you’re turning your back at your family?” She growled and I sent her a look I never thought I would send to a member of my family. A rageful look
“He’s my boyfriend!” I said “And hey, at least I’m not pregnant yet, like some of us were right?!” I accused, seeing how her cheeks became so red I thought steam would come out her ears “I’m eighteen, you can’t boss my life anymore!”
“And who will, him?!” She asked, signaling with her chin to Niall, who was being held back by my dad
“No one will!” I said “I own my own life, I’m my own master! Not him, not you, not anyone. I had sex with him because I love him!” I explained, as I saw her pull all the air she could inside “Yes, we had sex, and guess what, although it hurt like hell, it was the best experience in my life!” I yelled.
That disarmed everyone in that room. My dad let go of Niall, who didn’t care much since he could bring my dad down any time, but he was stunt by the way I talked to her about him. He was amazed because I admitted to her we had sex, and I admitted that I loved him. My mom, acted differently from them though. She was affected by my words only a split of a second, after that, she only slapped me.
I felt the sting in my cheek, and I took a step back, my palm pressing against it. Niall ran to me, his arms surrounded me, protectfull and caring, his hand in my nape while my hurt cheek rested against his chest.
“Touch her again and I swear I’ll call the police!” Niall growled to my mom, and then looked at me “Are you alright?!” He asked me, pulling away to caress my cheek
“Just take me out of here okay?” I begged and he nodded
He slipped a hand under my knees and pulled me up, holding me bridal style. He walked towards the door, my dad by our side.
“Are you alright Birdy?” He asked me
“Kind of dad!” I said
“Take her out of here Niall!” He said and Niall nodded “Come whenever you want! This is your house too!” I nodded and hid my face in Niall’s chest.
My dad opened the door to us and let us out, and we successfully got outside. I swung my legs to tell him to let go of me and he did, carefully putting me on the ground.
“Why do you hate her so much?” I asked out of the blue.
Seriously, sometimes, it feels like I have no filter, now he’ll get mad at me because I asked. Don’t believe me? Wait for it…
“What do you mean ‘Why do I hate her?’” He asked me back
“I just asked! I asked why do you hate her so much?”
“How can you even ask me that?” He said, pulling his own hairs and snorting “You know what, let’s just go!” He said, walking towards the car
“No!” I yelled when he took five steps away from me
“What do you mean no?” He asked, his back still turned at me
“I’ll only leave this exact place when you tell me why you hate her so much!” He growled to himself, clearly angry at my response.
“I hate her, I just hate her, that’s it!” He said, and was about to walk when I said:
“I don’t buy it!” He turned around, at least that
“What?” He asked
“I think you’re lying to me!” I said
“Well, I’m not I really hate her!” He said, walking in my direction “You know why? Because… Because she doesn’t love you!” He explained.
His hands hovering over my arms, not touching me. His hands trembled like dry twigs, his voice was low and begging and also exasperated. It made my heart clench inside my chest.
“How can someone not love you?!” He asked, his hands tugging on his hairs again “Because she doesn’t love you! Your dad loves you, your sisters love you, Danny loves you, I love you! But she doesn’t, and still, you would chose her over any one of us!”
“No I wouldn’t!” I smiled bitterly, looking at the ground “It’s not choosing I guess. It’s like this obsession for doing everything correct so she’ll start loving me!” I said.
Don’t be so shocked thanks to what I said. I know this since I was ten, I realized when I was that young. I always knew she didn’t love me, not like she loves the other girls anyway, so I always did everything to get her happy, everything I could to make her love me.
“I wouldn’t choose anyone over you!” I said “Sure, I’ll always be there for the other people I love, but no one…” I took a step in his direction, extending my hand to caress his hairs “…No One is as important to me as you are okay?”I asked. Niall joined his forehead with mine, closing his eyes
“Okay!” He agreed
“Now, off to that party!” I said, pulling back
“You still wanna go?” He asked, his eyes widening
“Of course, you’re gonna introduce me to those four friends of yours remember, and I need to relax and enjoy myself either way!” I said, shrugging and Niall smiled
“Let’s go then!” He said, grabbing my hands and pulling me forward.
I pulled him back till he was turned to me and connected our lips quickly, smiling next when we pulled back
“I love you!” I said, smiling, resting my forehead on his chest
“I love you too!” He answered, wrapping his hands around me and kissing the top of my head.
“I never get tired of hearing that!” I said, feeling my heart swallow inside my chest
“I’m glad you don’t!” He said, kissing my nose after pulling back
“Let’s go now!” I said, pulling him towards the car as he laughed.
**
We were at the club already and I had met Luke, Ashton, Callum and Michael. Their in a band too, called 5SOS. They went on tour with Niall the last time. They seem nice lads, I had a great time till now, but I seemed to have lost my boyfriend.
I looked around to look for him and saw how he stood next to a blond girl, talking, probably another one of his fans. And I need to get this jealousy under control.
“You get that as often too?” I asked Ashton.
I like him, he laughs a lot, and so does Luke, but again so does Callum and Michael too. I don’t know, I just like all of them, they’re really nice.
“Not as much, but I bet he gets it a lot right?” He answered and I nodded, rolling my eyes playfully.
He laughed, I swear, I’ve been here for what? One hour and I swear I’ve heard him laugh ten different ways. I smiled at him and decided to join my boyfriend with that girl he was talking to. I told the boys were I was going and they all nodded, so I directed myself to the place where I last saw him.
When I got there, I still saw him with the blond. She had big blue eyes, like him, but her roots weren’t brown as Niall’s! Could they be relatives? Niall held her wrist when she tried to come closer, shoving her back almost brutally. She frowned and tried again, but he did the same all over again. I frowned too, walking towards the both of them.
“Hi?” I asked, putting my hand over Niall’s shoulder
“Hi!” He smiled sweetly
“You went missing!” I said, looking at the blond over his shoulder “I came to look for you!” I said, now looking at him
“It’s an old friend!” Niall said, shrugging, until the blond barged in the conversation
“Now Niall, that’s no way to refer to the girl who took your virginity away!” I widened my eyes.
WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?

Notes

Sorry for not posting sooner! I've been really busy with tests and stuff, that little incident with Johanna happened to me too in school, so I've been stressing out about it and had no time to write a new chapter.
Anyway, I hope you like it :))