Forgotten Love (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 2

For once I was a bit happy that I had survived four years without my mother. But every time I thought of that it would remind me the day of her funeral. I remember five years ago, when I was twelve, mum would take me to a daisy field near the house. The place bought back memories but they were good ones. Ones that I wouldn't mind staying with me forever. And today, when she wasn't here for me, I had the urge to go to the field. I needed to somehow tell myself that everything was going to be fine. I guess my heart was telling me to move on. Yes, I would always remember my mother but some part of me wanted to forget about it all and learn to trust and love again. So without any hesitation I lifted myself from leaning against the wall and made my way to my room. I had a quick shower and put on a dress just above my knees. It had thin straps and an elegant look to it. Mum had chosen the dress for me a week before she died. It was big on me then but it fit perfectly now. I put a few bracelets on my left hand to cover the cuts and let me hair loose. I grabbed my keys of the table for my mini cooper. Another thing mum left me. It was her car but I would always tell her that I wanted a mini cooper when I was old enough to drive. I got in the beautiful car and started it. It drove very smoothly, as if the ground beneath the wheels had not a single bump or dent in it. When I got there I carefully parked the car under a shade and walked towards the meadow. It had been two years since I'd been here. Vivid memories of mum shone through my head. It was just as I imagined it. The same as it was two years ago. The small park at the end of the field was still there. The same swings, the same slide and the same monkey bars. The daisies still looked like they had just blossomed- full of life and smelling fresh. Everything seemed perfect. I made my way to the swing and slowly started swinging back and forth. "I wish mum was here" I muttered. Getting bored of swinging myself I decided to get my guitar and start strumming to some random song. The guitar was my tenth birthday present from mum and dad. It was black with a small treble clef on the right hand side painted with gold. The guitar was some what lucky to me. I slowly stared singing as I strummed to One Directions Little things, letting the New York wind hit my face.

Niall  

We had landed in New York a few days ago for a short holiday before tour started again. And being a teenage boy that I am, getting bored quickly was something I was an expert at. It had been two days since we arrived and there was hardly anything to do. Liam told me there was a daisy field nearby so I thought I should go and check that out. I took my beautiful guitar with me, thinking to play something when I get there. Most likely one of our songs or something peaceful. I couldn't really drive so I thought walking was the best way there. To my surprise the field was more gorgeous than I expected. It was beautiful. Something I'd never seen in Ireland or America before. It was unique. It reminded me of the time aunt Iris died. They had the funeral near a daisy garden because it was her favorite kind of flower. She adored them. Thinking about it sent shivers down my spines and tears down my face. She died when I was fourteen, about four years ago, but I always remember her and today had been exactly four years since she died. If I were in Ireland I would've gone to her grave to give her a bouquet of daisies, but I wasn't. I was in New York with my four best mates about to go on tour again. It made me feel guilty that I wasn't there with my family. Instead I was touring the world and living my life to the full. Sometimes I wish I never had this life. All the hate, not being there with my family when they need it most, all the criticism about our songs, pleasing our fans and dealing with management. It all gets to your head sometimes and makes you wonder why your doing this in the first place. Sometimes you just want to lead a normal and be a normal person and other times you were thankful you had everything and you were famous. But I guess whatever happens, happens for good. Even if that means leaving your family for your own dreams. I quickly wiped away my tears and started walking towards the little pathway on the other side of the park, observing everything as I went along. It was very peaceful and tranquil until I heard someone strumming a guitar. Letting curiosity take over, I made my way to where the sound was coming from.