Silent Call - (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two

Here's chapter two! Please comment and like if you enjoyed! I'd really appreciate it! Thanks Rachel for editing(: Picture on the side Rachel made for me. It's Skylar(: xx

Chapter Two

Niall's POV

I hummed to myself excitedly as I stepped off the plane. I had been cooped up for ten hours on a plane, yet I wasn't tired. I had slept pretty much the whole way here while the rest of the guys joked and played around. I wanted to get to my flat as soon as possible in order to see Skylar. I missed her so much. I wanted to see her bright shining blue eyes and her warm smile. I wanted to touch her and feel her warm lips against mine once again.

"You excited mate?" Harry teased, bumping his shoulder with mine.

"I just can't wait to see her!" I blushed, biting my lip.

"I can tell," He teased again, and continued walking down the terminal.

I followed the guys down the long plastic tube and into the airport. We managed to make our way to baggage claim without getting spotted by paps or fans. I grabbed my bags and followed the guys to claims. I was pretty excited to get going and to see my princess. I rocked back and forth as we waited in line. Twenty minutes later, we'd made it through and headed for the gates. My eyes landed on Paul, our body guard who was pacing back and forth frantically. I gave him a questioning look as he ran towards me, worry plastered all over his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's Skylar..." He said, sounding out of breath.

"What? What's wrong with Skylar?" I asked desperately.

"She was in a car crash," He said softly.

"What?" I chocked out. "Is she okay?" I barley whispered.

"She's in the hospital, Niall. They don't think she's going to make it," He said almost inaudible.

My world came crashing down at his words. I dropped my bags as my eyes filled with tears. I collapsed to my knees on the floor, wrapping my arms around my body.

"What do you mean? No she can't, she couldn't have. She can't die! No!" I sobbed through my jagged breaths. She couldn't have been in a car accident I had just texted her only hours ago. She couldn't, she can't die, she's my princess. She's my everything. I felt arms wrap around my shoulder and I was pulled into a chest.

"Take me to her. Please," I pleaded, my body going numb.

*A/N – This part is written in Skylar's POV. Throughout this story there's going to be flash backs, but a lot of it is going to be Skylar's view just as an out of body experience. If you don't know what that is Google it. They're real and I'm very interested in them*

Skylar's POV

I woke up, my body feeling fine. The pain I was feeling only moments ago was gone. This was weird. I was standing in a street. It was dark and muggy out with the pavement wet and puddles everywhere. I looked to my right and there was a horrific scene. My mum's car was smashed into pieces, completely demolished. There it was, wrapped around a tree with another car hardly damaged next to it. There were two bodies emerging from the car, a sight that you only see in a horror movie. My eyes landed on some people who were stopping by to help. I looked down at the wreck, another two bodies lay outside of the car. I rushed to the scene praying that they were alright. There in the heap of the mess laid my thirteen year old brother, smeared in his own blood. His body was beaten, almost as if there was nothing left of him. I tried pushing my way through the frantic people to get to my brother but they wouldn't move no matter how hard I pushed. I managed to sneak in between them and collapsed onto to my knees right next to my baby brother. I cried out as I placed my hands on his petite body, shaking him gently, and praying he was still alive.

"Why aren't you doing anything!?" I screamed, looking up at the people who were just staring down at us. "Don't just stand there, do something! Help him! Please!" I cried out. They looked down at us with horrified looks plastered on their face. I began crying even harder as I fell back on my bum still starring at his little body destroyed by the car accident. Why weren't they doing anything? Why weren't the helping us? I rocked back and fourth on my bum my head in my knees. He couldn't be dead, he couldn't die! He had a whole life ahead of him, he was thirteen for crying out loud! He didn't deserve to die!

Wait, why am I okay and he's not? I thought the car hit my side. I would've gotten the bigger impact. I slowly peeled eyelids open and lifted my head from my knees, looking myself over. I didn't have any scratches or bruises. I was completely fine. How could this have happened? I felt the impact and the agonizing pain that came with being thrown from the car. The pavement. I know I hit the pavement. I weakly pulled myself up and began looking around.

There was a group of people forming a little further down the street. I stumbled towards the swarm, my feet hardly moving. I peaked around the people to find a body laying on the ground, looking a lot like me. In fact, the body was me. I was covered head to toe in blood, with enormous gashes in my thighs and stomach. I looked more battered than my brother. A man leaned down and held his hand up to my neck.

"She's still alive!" He yelled to the people. Suddenly the crowd was pushed out of the way, and an EMT emerged.

"What about the little one?" Some one asked.

"He's gone."

I broke down, falling to my knees again and let all of my emotions pour out. My thirteen year old brother was dead. How could this be? This couldn't be a real, this had to be a dream. I shook myself trying to get rid of the tears, and stood up slowly. I pinched my skin, praying I'd wake up, but it didn't work. I was still crumpled in a ball on the side of the road. If this was really a dream and I died, I'd wake up. I looked down the road to see a fire rescue speeding towards the crash sight. I quickly ran into the middle of the street waiting for the impact. Nothing happened as I heard the ambulance speed right by, right through me. This wasn't a dream, but what was it then?

I walked back to the EMT, who were picking my body up and putting it lightly on the stretcher. They began pulling my body toward the ambulance. I ran after them not knowing what else to do. They obviously couldn't see me since I hopped in the back of the vehicle right before the shut the doors. I couldn't believe this was happening, not that I even really know what was happening. I sat in a little seat, and looked out the window, watching the crash scene get further and further away. My whole family was taken from me. My mum and dad were lying in that car, their bodies completely torn apart, while my little brother laid on the side of the road drenched in his blood, dead. I put my head in my hands and let myself cry. I cried out all of my feelings. Why was this happening? What was going to happen? Was I going to die? What about the rest of my family, what about Niall?

Written by @Janellexox