Niam One Shots

Concrete Angels

Yes, this is based off of Martina's McBride's song Concrete Angels. If you haven't seen the music video to this song, please watch it. I have it posted on the top/side and this one shot is basically like the video. 

I hope you guys enjoy this and keep tissues near you!

Warning: Character death, but like a still happyish ending.

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She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace

A small brown haired boy starts his long walk to school in the oh so bitter cold. He can’t afford to take the bus and his parents don’t care enough to take him themselves. He can barely afford the clothes on his back, the same ones he’s been wearing for the past week.

He carries nothing but the ratty old back pack, a brown paper sack filled with nothing but hard to find scraps, and the secrets of a horrible present and equally horrible past. He hides away the scars and bruises behind denim and stripes.

No one knows what he’s been through, or they just don’t care enough to help him out. No one knows the pain he goes through every day. He looks at other kids’ mothers with dull blue eyes, that never really held much of a sparkle, and wonder why he can’t have that.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

His teacher notices the hand and finger shaped bruises that lines his arms. She hates having to see his black eyes or busted lips or broken smiles. She wonders where the bruises come from and who could hurt such a young little boy.

She doesn’t say a word about what she sees to anyone though. She never tries to comfort the boy or tries to get him to come to her. She cares, but not enough to do anything about it. And that’s what hurts him the most, knowing someone can see through his mask, but still not try to help him.

He watches the other kids play at recess and wishes he can be like them. So young and innocent, living the way a seven year old kid should, without a care in the world. They don’t have to learn about this world’s cruelty, so why does he. Sometimes he wishes he was never even born.

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

One day, another little boy joins him on his bench at recess. The boy has a warm brown eyes and a smile that the broken blue eyed boy can’t help, but returning. And the boy gets him, he notices the scars and the bruises, for he has had them too. They talk all of recess and the broken boy finally feels something he has never felt before, a sliver of happiness. He’s said when recess is over, but the boy promises they will meet again, and he can hardly wait.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

They do meet again. That night, pebbles were thrown at his window and he opens it to see the warm eyes boy in the abandon house next door. He doesn’t question how or why, but just talks to him until the late hours of the night.

I guess he wasn’t quite as he thought he was because his door is suddenly being thrown open and his mother rushes in reeking of booze and anger. The broken boy briefly glances towards his friend, sending him this frighten look, as his mom grips onto him and shakes him like no mother should.

The brown eyed boy can do nothing but watch on. He can’t do anything to help his new friend, all he can do is sadly watch on. He hopes and prays that he’ll survive the night or someone can hear his friend’s cries before it’s too late.

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

He cries as he watches his friend get beat. He wants to scream and cry, but he knows no one will hear his pain. Sirens are heard coming loud and quick down the road. His friend’s cries being a lot louder than normal, a neighbor finally calling for help. The warm eyed boy stands invisible behind the yellow tape watching as the parents come out in silver bracelets. And what should be a joyous moment is quickly crushed when out comes a body bag, signaling they were all too late.

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

A few days later, the warm eyed boy stands in a place he knows too well, a place where he never wanted to be again. He’s dressed from head to toe in black watching someone that will never be coming back.

He is amongst five other people: the neighbors who had finally called the police, the teacher who wishes she could have done more, and a grandmother who wishes she could have seen her grandson’s pain. Only five people cared about the angel that was lost.

The brown eyed boy tried not cry as they reveal the concrete head stone. A boy of nine years old by the name of Niall Horan, a name that world didn’t care to remember. But, he is finally going to a place he will be loved and will never again be forgotten.

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

There was nothing left for the warm eyed boy here. He turns around passes through the teacher in a flash of yellow light. And on the other side is his friend in his same striped shirt and blue denim pants and a beautiful smile on his face, a smile he didn’t even hesitate to return. They are developed in white golden light as they quickly hugged before running to three boys and four girls, all having gone through the same pain. They laughed and hugged and ran into the bright light at the end of the hill, to a place where they will be loved.

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Sorry about how badly written this is, but I hope you guys enjoyed it anyway.