Reckless -Niall Horan FanFic

Chapter 1

I sunk my head into the water; its warmth cradled my neck. My nostrils stood only a centimeter away from the ever-so-still water. All of the bubbles had disappeared, leaving my body viewable to my eyes. The bruises painted my forearms and stomach. The scars on my neck weren’t visible anymore. I rubbed my arms and then pulled my knees to my chest. I lowered my head and began to slow my heart rate. This was my safe haven, I thought.

I heard the screech of the front door and it startled me out of my trance. I let the water drain while I put on my ripped jeans and tattered t-shirt. I wiped the floor so it was dry, and the water was sucked down the drain. I left no trace while I climbed out of the window, onto the roof, and down a tree.

My feet were calloused, I refused to wear shoes. I liked to feel the earth under me; it reminded me that I was still part of this world. I walked up and down the streets for hours, looking at the

houses, listening to the various animal noises. It was peaceful.

I made my way to the main part of town. The streets were barren. I remembered as a kid how I’d beg my mother and sister to take me to Mike’s House of Tone, a little music shop that sold almost every instrument available. I made my way to the shop; passing by the café’s that I used to go to before school. I miss those days, the days where nobody cared and nothing mattered.

I reached the little store and peeked through the window. The guitars decorated the sides of the walls, while the other instruments hung on separate racks. I sat down on the bench outside the shop. I took deep breaths and shut my eyes.

What felt like a short cat nap, turned into a full night sleep. I was awoken by a poor homeless man poking me, asking for a seat on the bench.

“Oh, hello,” I greeted him, even though it was quite rude of him to wake me just for a spot on the bench.

“Hi my dear, sorry to wake you. I… I just… I just really like sitting here,” His voice was raspy and sounded like he was a smoker in his earlier years.

“It’s no problem! I should get going anyway,” I said while lifting my aching body off the bench.

“You don’t need to leave!” The man said, “My name’s James,” I felt bad for the man, he was all alone.

I sat back down onto the seat and began to scan the area around me. A small park rested just across the street. Children were playing on the structures and their parents chatting with one another. I remembered a time like that, where no one judged you and you could do whatever the hell you wanted, as long as you were home for dinner.

“What’s your name sweetie?” James asked.

“Oh.. my names Alexa, but I prefer Alex,” I said, I heard him chuckle under his breath. “What’s so funny?” I asked.

“M-my wife was named is Alexandra, she liked to be called Alex as well.” His face turned cherry red as he said her name.

“How weird,” I giggled. I didn’t know if she had past away or if they just got a divorce.

“May I ask you something?” the poor man looked as if he was about to cry.

“Sure, anything,” I gave a reassuring smile.

“If you love something, would you do anything to protect it? Even if it meant taking away the one thing that it loved?”

I was confused by the second question, “I-I don’t think I’m the best person to answer that,” I trail off at the end, I’ve never loved… so how was I supposed to know?

“I think we should always protect them, even if it limits them,” James told me.

“Oh, okay well I best be going now, have a nice day James!” I waved goodbye to him, but his hunched back hid his eyes from my farwell. I felt bad for the man, he must of been in his 60s, with no where to go, and no one by his side. Then again, I had no one, and the only place I can go I get torn to shreds.

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