The Niall (A Niall Horan Fanfic.)

Chapter 1:New Hope

•Precious' POV•
"Mom, You know I really don't want to move, right?"
"Yes, Precious. You've told me a thousand times. But you know we can't stay here. It's too much."
Ever since my father died, Mom's been having this stage where she can't stand to remember all the memories of him. Which means, we're gonna have to move in able to forget them. (Which I really don't want to do. Cuz saying to forget someone and their memories is like, pretending you don't care anymore. That you don't love them now that they're gone. Which is the total opposite of what I want and can't stand to do.)
"But mom, my whole life is here! My friends, my education, everything!"
"I know. I know. But I also know that we can't just stay here and remember what happened."
At that point, I stumbled up to my room in disappointment. *The good thing about moving is.... Oh wait. There is no good thing about it.* I thought to myself. *nothing good at all.*

~~~~~~The next day~~~~~~

As I put my headphones on, I stared out the window. I couldn't believe my life was falling apart. And only at age 17. I kept thinking to myself, *why did all of this HAVE to happen to ME??* Then I figured out, no one could ever give me the answer.
After 2 hours of driving, my mom finally spoke.
"Precious look! There's our new home!"
"Oh what a joy..." I said sarcastically.
"C'mon! Lighten up!"
Without letting her see, I rolled my eyes. Cuz I know if she sees me, I'll be in trouble. BIG TIME!
As I looked out the window to our new house, I saw something very.... Very.... What word am I searchin for?? Oh yea. OLD. I saw an OLD HOUSE. This was NOT what I wanted.
Looking out my window, I also happened to notice a guy-like figure in the distance. It WAS a guy. Even though I couldn't see him clearly, I KNEW we had something in common. I just knew it.