Forsaken (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter Thirteen

"It's good to be home." I say, taking in a deep breath of the fresh-but-not-actually-fresh New York air. We landed in New York this morning for the start of the North American leg, which is also the final leg. It's about two months long, so it'll end in November, then we're done.

We had some free time before the show so Niall and I walked around Times Square, chatting about good times we had months ago. Unfortunately, we didn't have enough time to visit our apartment, but I figured I would've gotten a bit sad if we only could see it for a few minutes.

My parents were coming to the show tonight, so it was gonna be the first time seeing them in a really long time. And also, Niall's meeting them for the first time tonight, so I'm really nervous.

We walked hand-in-hand down the street, enjoying every bit of it. We only have one day in New York, so we have to enjoy it while we can.

"I can't believe we're playing in Madison Square Garden again, it's so unreal." Says Niall, shaking his head in disbelief.

I've never actually seen a concert at MSG. Everyone talks about how amazing it is, so I can't wait.

"I'm so proud of you." I say, squeezing his hand. I really was. After seeing so many of his performances, I couldn't be prouder. He puts his heart and soul into this job and I think that's pretty amazing.

We decided to stop at a café to talk a bit. It was a café that we've been to before. I got a cup of coffee and Niall got a donut. We sat down at a booth, not really talking at first, just enjoying the fact that we were here, together. In our city.

"I feel like we've never really talked about your life before we met." He says randomly, then takes a bite of his donut.

"Well, what do you wanna know?" I question, lifting an eyebrow.

He shrugs. "Tell me about your friends, your ex-boyfriends, your classes."

"Okay, do you really wanna know about my ex's?" I say, laughing.

He smiles and nods. "I just wanna know everything."

I sigh and begin to talk. "Okay, well, I'm warning you, not everything is going to be super duper happy, but I trust you and also this is the first time I've ever actually talked out-loud about some of these things, so uh.." I cleared my throat. "Well, I guess in middle school I met most of my friends. I had a lot of friends that I considered 'school friends,' I guess, just friends I'd talk to in school, not really after school or whatever. My friends were Georgia, Bree, and Danielle." 

Saying the name Danielle felt weird. I haven't really thought too much about her in a while.

"I hung out with them all the time, literally. Anyways, I had my first boyfriend in seventh grade. If you want details," I cracked a smile. "...we had our first kiss on a beach and it was absolutely romantic."

Niall rolls his eyes. "Okay, continue."

I laugh. "Well, he ended up dumping me in ninth grade because he thought I wasn't cool enough for him or whatever. He started doing drugs and smoking and nasty stuff that I was never into so I wasn't too upset or anything. We dated for a couple years, and people told me I should've been more upset about it but honestly I wasn't. When he broke up with me this light went off and I thought, 'Hey, that dick seriously was never worth a single ounce of my time anyway, so who cares?' So I moved on pretty fast and dated Adam, my second boyfriend about a week after Dicky Dan, that's my nickname for him, broke up with me. Adam was actually my best friend Danielle's brother, and she set us up, believe it or not. But Adam developed some mental problems in tenth grade and he decided it wasn't best for me if we continued to date. I was upset about that breakup, because I don't know, Adam was my first boyfriend who actually, cared. But he's okay now, he was really depressed but got through it. Sort of ironic, however, because his sister, Danielle, and my best friend, ended up getting depression not long after, in 12th grade. Her boyfriend of four years asked for her to send him nudes, ew, and she kept refusing until he threatened her. So she did, and he sent them to all his friends and they ended up getting spread around the entire school. She, uh.." I wiped a tear that I didn't even know was forming in my eye. "She... she ended up hanging herself in her closet that afternoon. Her brother, uh, he found her there. He ended up having to be sent away to a hospital for a while because he got pretty bad again after that. This was last year. But as I said, he's not too bad anymore. I actually talked to him not that long ago. But after Danielle killed herself, people started treating me differently. They started paying attention to me. I hated it. I don't like the attention, and I sure as hell didn't enjoy hearing, "Sorry your best friend hung herself," for a few months. But then I graduated and got the hell out of there to start over, I guess. And then I met you, and it's not like I entirely forgot about Danielle, you just took my mind away from all the sorrow, you know? It sounds silly. You just make me happy."