Falling For Styles {Niall Horan}

Chapter One

I walked up the steps to the local library in upper Manhattan. I told my two best friends, Abby and Olivia, to meet me there. I was halfway there when Abby texted, "Not allowed out in the city. Starbucks then my house. Ali is coming too."

Ali is her twin sister except Abby is taller and had medium length hair that's curly. Ali is shorter with pin straight hair. They almost look alike.

Great, now I have to drive all the way back to the lower Manhattan where Abby and Ali's house is. Fun!

I hop in my car and turn the key slowly. The engine roaring to life. I slam my foot on the pedal and drive to the Starbucks closest to Abby's house. The only music is playing is Christmas music on the radio. I'm not really in the mood for Christmas right now. All I want to do is find out where my real mom is and find her. That's my one Christmas gift I want.

~*~

As I step into Starbucks, the cold late December air whips me against my eyes making them water and my cheeks even more pink from the cold. I wipe the warm tears from under my green eyes and sigh. STUPID COLD WIND!

I reject going in the long line and look around for someone's familiar hair. Olivia's long brown hair instantly.

"Hey Liv," I say giving her a welcoming hug.

"Hey! So I heard you're adopted I'm sorry." It's like I won the lottery. I find out my fake mom us my fake mom and that my real one might still be alove. Jackpot!

"Don't be! It's the best Christmas present ever!" I say as Abby and Ali sit down next to me on the big couch.

"Hey! Sorry we're late. Someone took a little too much time putting her makeup!" She says putting the emphasis on someone and looking at Ali.

"Well sorry! You never know you might meet someone cute on the streets. A little bit of makeup always helps." We all roll our eyes and laugh. We go in line to order then off to Ali and Abby's house for some mom digging.

~*~

"Why don't we try this one it says, 'Best cite for finding lost families. Matched over 1,000 users in less than 2 minutes,' that sounds interesting," Ali says but I shrug.

"I think that's the best one we can find, Delilah," Ali says making me scowl at her. I hate my name. I always go by nicknames like Lilah, Lala, or DeeDee. All of my friends should know that by now.

"Oh sorry, I forgot. Let's just try it and see. It's better than nothing." I nod in agreement.

We plug in my infromation. Birthday: February !st, !994. Eye color: green. Hair color: curly brunette. Height: 5'6ish and a picture of me. We hit send as my heart starts to pound harder .

"Are you nervous?" Olivia asks flipping her brown curly locks behind her shoulders.

"Who wouldn't be?! I just hope she isn't a drug additic or alcholic," I say twisting my hair around my finger.

"Or dead," Abby adds. I look up at her with sad eyes. I haven't thought about that. "I didn't mean it like that." I nod as I check the computer. Five words come up that makes me question my eyesight.

"Your match is... Anne Cox."