The Daughter of Niall Horan

How the life of being the daughter of Niall Horan's life turns out.... Poor Frankie is always shit on if she does supposedly wrong. because of her father massive popularity of fans if she tweets a tweet and a fan thinks it's wrong, there's a big war.


5. I'm Sorry.

It's been a week since I've actually been able to go out. I just sit and rot in my room until they call me out for the three meals of the day. I just sit at the old wooden table with them and play with my food, then I go right back upstairs. My dad tries to come in and talk to me hear and there but I just don't want to hear it. I lay flat on my bed and look up at the plain white ceiling. I get a knock on my door and before I can say anything my dad walks in. I wonder what he's going to lecture me on now. "Hi love. How are you?" He asks the same things everyday. 'How are you love?' 'Do you want to talk?'

"Hello dad. I'm fine besides the fact I have to sit in my cold plain room all day with no phone or Telly or anything. Thanks for asking." I say and smile sarcastically. "How are you?" I ask.

"It's not anyone else's fault that you're stuck in hear but your own. Don't get mad at me or your mother."

"Oh don't you even bring her into this. You miss half of my life, probably barley even know who the fuck I am and you try to run things. I'm not mad that I have to sit in my room. You're why I'm mad. By repaying me is you letting me do what I want and for some reason now you want to act like a fatherly figure. Piss off!"

"Listen Frankie,  I'm sorry that I haven't been around but if I don't go I don't get paid and I can't provide for you.  And I know your mother won't get a job, and shes not even home half of the time.  I need to make sure my daughter has clothes and a meal three times a day.  The whole time on my tour I'm worrying about you.  You can ask your Uncles.  Because I know she' not showing you any mind.  You're my baby girl no matter how old you are or you get.  You always will be.  I love you so much Frankie.  And I just want things to be good between us."  I start to cry.  "I never get to see you any more and for the times I couldn't be there, let me be here now.  Let's go out, just you and I.  we can go see your Uncles.  They miss you." I hug my dad.  I hug him tight.  

"I'm sorry dad.  I just can't take not seeing you for that long.  I can't stand being with her, and then I get alone because I have no body but my friends and they don't show me the affection my parents are supposed to.  I love you so much."  We pull out of the hug.  "Let's go see them."  I smile.  

"Okay when you're done getting ready let me know and we'll go."  He says walking out of my room and shutting the door behind him.  I put on black skinny jeans with a white t-shirt.  I go into my bathroom knowing my face is a mess.  I wash my face and put my hair in a bun.  I apply a tiny bit of mascara.  I walk back into my room and slip on my black Tom's.  Just as I go to walk out of my room I hear my parents fighting.  

"Why would you talk about me like that to our daughter?!?" My mum shouts.

"You shouldn't have been listening and it's not like it wasn't true.  You're never here for her and she's your fucking daughter!" My dad yells.  It's actually quite scary when he yells.  

"Fuck off Niall." She yells.  "You and your daughter can go somewhere else.  I'm done.." She says. 

"I bought this house and unless you can show me you can pay for it, you'll be the one who's leaving."  My dad says and just by the sound of his voice I pictured him with a devilish smirk knowing she wouldn't be able to afford it without my dads support.  I hear my mum walk quickly and heavily down the hall.  I hear the bedroom door slam.  I sit down on my bed and scratch my elbow when I hear my dad walk towards my door.  He knocked on the door, "You ready love?"  He asks and I open the door.  I smile and nod.  I walk outside and my dad slams the door behind us.  I get into the car.  Once we start driving I turn towards my dad,

"I'm sorry you and mum got into a fight it's all my fault.  You only said those things to make me feel better because I was acting like a little stubborn bitch.  And I'm sorry.  You didn't have to do it, or even say it.  I'm sorry dad."  I start to cry. He looks quickly at me then back at the road.

"Don't do this to yourself. It's not your fault. I said those things only because I wanted and just because I did. Your mother listened to us which was wrong. And she confronted me. So I told her, I told her that she's never there for you, her own fucking daughter. Don't feel like it's your fault Frankie, because it's not. By you crying makes me really gutted. I love you. Now be happy. Stop crying. We're almost there. We're going to have a good time I promise. Don't worry about that. Just forget it." I take a napkin out of the compartment in his car and I wipe my face.  



            We wait at the door for an answer.  "Frankie!" Uncle Louis shouts pulling me into a hug. I pull away.

"Hi Uncle Louis." 

"You've gotten so big!  And this is exactly how I know I'm your favourite.  You dress just like me."  He says and I laugh.  

"I've missed you."  I hug him again and we walk inside.  I walk into the den where Uncle Liam, Harry, and Zayn sat.  "Hi guys!  I've missed you all so much!"  I say and there heads all turn towards me.  

"Frankie!" They all come and hug me.  

"How are you love?"  My Uncle Liam asks inviting me to sit beside him on the couch.  

"I could be better.  How are you?"  I ask and he frowns.  

"I'm okay.  Would you like to go talk?  We can go outside?"  I smile and nod.  We walk outside into the back.  My Uncle Liam is the one I can and always will talk to.  I love them all but, he just listens no matter how much of his time I waist.  "What's going on?" He asks.

"Well I'm sure daddy told you, but we got into a fight just before he came home.  And I was being a really disrespectful little bitch and I regret it.  And when he got home we were still fighting and I left home.  I went to my friends house begging for him to.. you know..."

"Oh Franks.." He shakes his head in disappointment."

"I know.  Then when he denied me I asked a man on the street to buy me a bottle of Vodka, than it turned into something else and he attempted to rape me until, dad saved me.  The man held me tightly against the cold brick and forced himself upon me."  I start to cry.  "And to think if dad weren't to have come, I would've gotten raped.  Anyways." I wiped my face and I seen his eyes tear up.  "When I got in the car he grounded me which I didn't blame him.  He took me home and I rotted in my room for a good amount of time until today.  He came and we talked.  I was holding up anger from my mum never being there for me and he was gone for a year at a time and he was never there.  He explained it to me though, his reasoning and I just broke down and hugged him.  Realizing that it was and is never his fault.  And mind you this was all today.  And he offered to bring me to see you guys. An-"

"Wait so you guys are okay now?" He asks.

"Yes." He nods. "As I was getting ready I heard him and mum yelling at each other about how dad was talking about her to me and all this bullshit, but honestly Uncle Liam, I think, matter of fact I know it's my fault and now my mum's leaving and I feel the worst about it.  And I only feel bad because I know daddy loves her and it's my fault she's leaving."  I sob hard and he pulls me into a hug.  

"You know Frank, your dad loves you more then you'll ever know..  He always tells us how much he hates himself for never being able to be there.  And how he never expects you to forgive him for all he's missed and never been there for.  Niall may love Cara but babe, he loves you too.  A lot.  Don't let yourself fall to far.  No matter what Frankie,  just no your dad loves you and he'll always be there."  I just cry into his chest, soaking his shirt, and he squeezes tighter.  He pulls away and kisses my forehead.  "And i'm always here to. Always.  I love you, ya know."  I smile and wipe my tears. 

"I love you to Uncle Liam.  A lot.  Thank you." He smiles.

"Anytime.  Now enough of being sad lets go back inside and be happy.  We can bake or watch a movie or play video games.  Whatever you want."  He stands up and holds out a hand.  I take his hand and we walk back inside.  

"What's wrong baby?"  Niall asks once I walk in.  He rushes up to me and hugs me.  

"I just want you to know I love you so much dad.  So, so much.  And I'm sorry for everything."  He rubs my back.

"Hey, now, it's okay." He pulls away. 

"Smile for me."  I smile.  We sit with the rest of the boys and I watch as they play the Playstation 4.

"Dad? Can I have my mobile back?" I ask.

"Sure. It's at home. When we go back I'll give it to you."

"Thanks." I sit bored at the sight of watching them play FIFA. I go to the door at the end of the hallway and search for an empty notebook. When I find one I grab and pen and begin to write.

Dear mum,

I'm sorry that you had to have me at such a young age. And that you couldn't party and drink and get high. I didn't ask to be born and you could've fixed your mistake a long time ago. And I'm sorry that u broke you an Niall up. And I'm sure if I would've called him dad you would hate me even more than you do. And I'm sorry I was born and the your parents wanted nothing to do with you because of me. An I'm sorry but I wasn't the one who had sex and got pregnant at 16. And I'm sorry that you left me home multiple times to sit and cry by myself. I'm sorry you never gave a fuck about me and I'm sorry you never loved me. And I hate that I want you to love me and I want you to care and I hate that I love and care about you. I'm sorry for fucking up your lovely life. And I'm truly sorry I waisted my time writing you a letter.


Frankie Horan



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