Since childhood you've been told to hate a particular family but as you move away for a while and grow up, you forget all those stories they whispered to your ear.
Years pass and your eyes are caught on a particular girl. But you can't be with her...
As Niall promised he came home earlier and picked Abby up leaving the house. They were currently walking in the flea market. "That spot" Niall pointed to their front. "Was the very first place that I saw you" he said. She smiled lightly at him. "I was petting a kitten" she said. "You were indeed" he nodded along.
"Do you remember her? Your mother" she asked carefully. "I was only two when she got murdered. I don't remember much. Just a mellow melody in my head" he said. "A mellow melody?" She questioned. "Yeah some sort of lullaby I guess" "Do you remember the words?" "Not much just a few" She nodded at his words. "Did your mother used to sing you a lullaby as well?" He asked her. "No but my dad used to. He used to change the words to Twinkle Twinkle little star" she smiled remembering her childhood. "Like how?" He smiled. "I .. I don't have a good voice" she said shyly. "So what? Go on .. sing it" he encouraged her. "How about I'll sing it to you at home?" she suggested. "Home it is then" he nodded continuing to walk.
They kept walking through the market and did a bit of shopping as well. "I have a question" Abby said. "Go on" "Does Niall Horan ever gets hungry or his wife should starve to death?" She joked. He chuckled wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. "Niall Horan gets hungry whenever you get hungry. He gets thirsty when you get thirsty. And he will only eat and drink once he was sure his wife had eaten and drank enough. He will only stay healthy if his wife is healthy. There is no Niall Horan without you love" he said and kissed her forehead. She wasn't expecting such an answer from him. Her heart began melting. She was feeling something more for him. More than ever. Maybe she was falling for him too.
They went to a cute little restaurant for lunch. "This is delicious" Abby said. Niall smiled and nodded at her. Abby ate another spoon full of her food. A little sauce was spilled corner of her mouth without her knowing. Niall noticed it and he was going to say something but he got another idea.
"What?" She asked innocently noticing Niall's gaze on her. He moved his chair beside her. Close. Real close. Their breath was fanning each other's faces. Both could hear the other's rapid heartbeat. Their nose were touching and their upper lip was brushing against each other. "You've got a little sauce here" he whispered and brushed his index finger on the corner of her lips gently. She swallowed at his action with her cheeks burning up and turning into a light shade of pink.
"Let me fix it for you" he whispered and brushed the tip of his tongue on the spilled sauce and cleaned it. He then connected his lips to hers. Warm. Soft. Gentle. Passionate. She melted and started kissing back. Innocently. Fresh. Passionate. Their lips were like two pieces of puzzles which just got connected. Just like the movies the background turned into a slow motion and blurred away. The focus was on the main characters with the soft piano chords playing Hallelujah in the background. Everything seemed fictional yet so real. So perfect. They had their first perfect kiss.
After a whole good minute they pull back to catch their breath with their eyes still closed. As if they were scared to open them and see it was all a dream. But it wasn't. It was all real. The kiss was real. They slowly opened their eyes coming back to their senses that they were in a restaurant. They awkwardly looked around. Thankfully no one was paying attention to them. Their eyes once again met. This time they bursted out of laughter. They couldn't believe they did that in a public place. They went back to eating enjoying the rest of their food.
After a long interesting day, the couple decided to go back home. "Hello there" Helena said. "Hi" Niall and Abby answered. "Had a good day?" "Yes" She said shyly causing Jacqueline to roll her eyes. "Alright we'll go and wash up" Niall said holding Abby's hand and walked upstairs to their room.
Once they changed into a comfortable clothes Niall called his wife. "Abby" "Yes?" She faced him. "Have a seat I have something for you" he said pointing at the chair in front of the dresser. "Okay" she said confused sitting down on the chair he just pointed at. After a brief second he came to her view crouching down between her slightly spread legs. He brought out a tiny violet box and opened it revealing a small beautiful bracelet. Her eyes lit at her sight.
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"I have never been so grateful to meet an angel like you love" he whispered showing her the angel bracelet. "And I have been so happy since you came to my life. You made me rediscover the happiness I had in me" Her eyes became glossy hearing his words. "And you gave me the best gift. Fatherhood" Her heart ached and a tear rolled down. He used the pad of his thumb to wipe her tear away. "I love you. So much. And I meant it when the first time that I saw you I gave you the nickname angel because you are truly an angel" She smiled softly at him. "I got you this in remembrance of our daughter and my love for you" "I love it" she whispered not trusting her voice to speak louder. He put the bracelet on her left wrist and brought her hand to his lips kissing her knuckles.
It was later that night and they were laying on bed. Abby was tracing the angel figure on the bracelet with a soft smile on her face. He smiled looking at her. "Hey I remembered something" Niall said. "What?" She looked at him. "You promised to sing me your childhood lullaby" She giggled and covered her face. "Come on" he said chuckling lightly. "Alright but no laughing" she said pointing her index finger at him. "Promise" he held her index finger and kissed it. "No laughing" he said.
"Twinkle Twinkle little star Freedom Freedom where you are? I want wings to fly so high Up above in the sky I want to touch the clouds Far away from the crowds"
She sang sweetly. His eyebrows furrowed at the familiar melody. He has heard this before. But when? Where? He remembered it so vividly. His mind went to his childhood days. When he was two. He was in his mother's arms while she rocked her baby.
'Twinkle Twinkle little star Freedom Freedom where you are? I want wings to fly so high Up above in the sky I want to touch the clouds Far away from the crowds'
His mother was the one signing this time. He was seeing his two year old self in his own mother's arms. How come both of them are singing the same words with the same melody?
