A Cry From The Forbidden-Niall Horan

1: Coffee and Unwanted Introductions

Niall's POV

I was leaning over the kitchen bench, finishing making the coffee I was using the coffee maker that Louis randomly got me for my last birthday to make. I took a small sip (damn it's hot)  when suddenly Anna jumped up next to me.

'HULLO!' she squeaked.

'Damn, for a girl who is over 120 years old, you sure have a lot of energy' I said, putting down my coffee and using a cloth the clean up the small amount that I spilt when Anna scared me.

'127 years old' she corrected me.

'You are so obsessed with dates and numbers... Why?' I asked, taking another sip from my now slightly cooler coffee.

'Well, when memories are all you have, you tend to try and remember when they happened I guess.' she shrugged it off.

I guess that's fair enough. Anna would've had to watch everyone she ever knew or cared about die. Her family, the Daniel guy, and anyone she knew back then because she wasn't getting any older.

'So do classify yourself 18 or 17? I mean, I know you kind of died the day before, but you were still there for your 18th birthday' I changed the subject slightly.

'Niall, working by that logic, I'd be walking around saying I'm 127 years old when people asked for my age. Just because I was there for the birthday, doesn't mean I aged.' she raised an eyebrow sceptically at me.

'I guess so' I smiled, she really was making me look dumb: she has about 108 more years of learning and experience than me though.

I actually still feel fairly hazy about all of this, I mean, the girl standing not two metres away from me in my kitchen right now is technically dead...  I'm just trying to let that go for her sake. I guess if the tables were turned, I'd want the first person I'd ever told about myself to not call 000 straight away or act like I was abnormal; even though I was. Well, she was. So I'm trying to be nice about this whole thing, but to be honest, I don't know how much longer she's gonna be sticking around for: considering she cant live in my apartment with me even it was her dead ex boyfriend's room. Like, seriously, I'm not even always here: with the 2013 tour coming up... I don't know how to bring it up though. I can't just be like: 'So, Anna, when are you planning to get the hell of my flat?'... yeah that'd go down REAL well...

'Niall I'm bored!' Anna pouted at me.

'Me too!' I mocked her whiney voice and she shot me a playful glare.

'So... What is there to do in this modern version of Colney Hatch Lunatic Asylum?' she pondered.

'Well, not much actually. There's a pool but I doubt you have swimmers... Wait; do you have any other clothes with you?' I asked, it's not like she brought a suitcase or anything.

She just showed up here.

'Well... No. This is it; and it's lasted me a while.' she gestured down to her ripped, torn, old denim jeans, extremely faded black converse and baggy grey striped t-shirt that was three sizes too big.

'Where did you even get those Anna? And how long have you been wearing them?' I questioned; this is getting quite unhygienic.

'I got them from a St Vincent DePaul's store for not too much money and I've only been wearing them for a few days. Geesh. I had enough for a train ticket, luggage not included. I HAVE other clothes. Not too many... but a few. I have my own apartment actually. Well, had actually. I wasn't there to pay the bills due yesterday and that's the third time I've been late in a row so they must've kicked me out. Oh well, whatever.' she shrugged again.

'Well, in that case Miss Miller, today we will go shopping!!!' I said, leaving my still half full coffee cup on the sink.

'Well, Mr Horan, I suppose we shall' She smirked and we left for the closest mall.