What's This? (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Memories...

-;- This is the only chapter in third person for a while. Most of the story will be first person, so no worries.-;-

A girl sits down, looking effortlessly beautiful. But, also looking afraid, and sad. What ever happened? We'll never know. Except for the boy that just so happens to sit down next to her.

"Hey." He smiles warmly, looking into the girls eyes.

"Hi.." She replies shyly...

"I'm Niall." Niall extends his arm over towards the girl. A shocked expression plays at her face. No one's ever been interested in her. No one. But the first person suddenly is a boy? She sighs, and smiles slightly, the thought of a friend circulating in her lonely mind.

"I'm Clover." She confidently shakes his hand. Niall nods his head, a blush creeping on his cheeks, feeling an electric current flow through his arm.

"What a beautiful name, Clover."

"Thanks.." Clover giggles. "You have a very handsome name, might I add, myself."

But what they didn't know was that this small talk, would lead to something much more. What Niall was feeling at that second, was a small part of what he'd be feeling in a few years that past.

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"Mom!" I call out of my bedroom door.

"Yes, Honey?" She asks, poking her head through my door way, smiling as lovingly as possible at my figure sprawled out across my bed. She's changed from her hateful self, to a more loving mother. But I still don't love her as much as I used to.. She doesn't deserve it.

"I'm going to Niall's in a couple of minutes." I warned her, not wanting her to freak out, thinking I was kidnapped when she can't find me at our house. I laugh quietly at the thought. She nods, silently walks back to the kitchen, returning her baking-self to its thoughts, and recipes.

I hop off my bed, rather loudly, and skip to my dresser, chucking some denim, high waisted shorts, and a turquoise v-neck on my bed. Simple but cute! I tug on the clothes, and slip a leather belt around my waist, and gather myself, walking out my room. I walk to the door, while tying my golden hair in a messy bun, and open it.

I walk down the familiar path, that I've known for years... I knock 3 times on the door, before it's swings open, revealing my best friend for 5 years, smiling warmly at me.

"Come in." Niall beckons me. I easily enter my second home, and walk straight upstairs, passing Niall's mom, and right into Niall's room. In his room were two twin beds. Niall's mom insisted in getting me my own bed since I'm here everyday, spending the night. Crazy right? The beds were on each side of the room, right next to the walls. Next to each bed was a wooden night stand, holding a clock. To the right of the door was a desk, where Niall usually does his home work. And in front of me, was a small, but usable closet. It held things from guitars, to over sized shirts given to Niall by his older brother George.

"Clover... " Niall begins slowly. I raise my eyebrows, clearly confused. "We've known each other for years.. And you still haven't told me about what happened with your family..." Oh, so that's where he was leading to. I have to tell him sooner or later, and right now it's sooner. Ugh.

"Fine. So it's started when I was 5 years old. Pretty young, but I still remember everything like it was yesterday.."

-;- FLASH BACK -;-

"Mommy!" I scream for the fifth time now. Where was she? I climb up the stairs and head towards my mom's room. I peek my head around the corner and see my mom...

"Mommy!!" I quickly run over to her. She was stuffing clothes in her suitcases. I have no idea why though... "What are you doing?" I cry.

"Honey. Don't make this harder than it already is. I'm leaving. Since your dad left, I've been having to deal with you..." She explains. Disgust written all over her face. "So, I'm leaving for good. You're staying here. You're going to be here by yourself."

"Why?!" Tears stream down my face, staining my cheeks.

"You don't deserve a hard working mother like me. You don't even deserve a mom at all. You're filthy." And with that, she puts the rest of her clothes in, and zips it up. Her room was empty. All that was left was the bed, and bedside tables. Nothing more. Nothing less. My mom drags her suitcase down the stairs and out the door, leaving me behind in an empty house with no one to care for me at all. Why is this happening to me? Why? What did I do? I'm just 5 years old...

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-;- 8 YEARS OLD -;-

It's been 3 years exactly since my mom left. I've been caring for myself the whole time... Feeding myself, reading writing, and I even gave myself a new name. My name was Abigail, but I changed it to Clover. I picked this name because I feel like I had been given luck. To survive without parental supervision. I'm so lucky, and grateful I'm alive.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

I was ripped from my thoughts by a loud knocking noise coming from the door. I quickly rushed to the door, quietly. No one has ever been to visit me before. All my neighbors knew my mom left me behind, and didn't bother helping me.

I squinted through a peep hole I made myself a couple years ago. I nearly fainted when I saw who it was... I swing the door open, angrily.

"Mom?!" I scream, anger coursing up and down my body. She just smiles at me.

"Hello, Abigail. Nice to see you." She inquires. I laugh evilly.

"But it's not so nice to see you... Oh, by the way, my names Clover. Things change when you gone for so long." I spat at her. Mom -I shouldn't even call her that- seemed taken a back.

"You don't talk to me like that young lady!" She demands, stomping her foot on the ground. I roll my eyes, 4 years can sure give you an attitude...

"Actually, I can. You're not my mother." And with that, I slammed the door, and locked it closed.

-;- END OF FLASH BACK -;-

"Wow.." Niall just stands there, utterly shocked. I just laugh. At least things were better than they were 5 years ago..

"Yep. That's what happened. That's why I was always depressed when I was little. It was because of her."

"I'm glad you pushed through it though, I'm really glad." He smiles warmly and tucks a piece of loose hair falling out of my bun behind my ear. I blush. It's crazy how important my best friend makes me feel.