Names Niall Horan..I'm 17 years old..I never knew what a real home felt like in a long while..I ran away from my home in Ireland when I was age 15..now living under a bridge of the city of London..Why you ask? I'm deaf, many people made fun of me the way I talked...played jokes on me..they pushed me into silence..I haven't talked since then..My only friend is my guitar I always carry it everywhere I go. I may not be able to hear the beautiful music it comes out of it, but I learned how to feel the vibration of the notes..
I got tired of people pushing me around and making fun of me..to the point I packed just a suitcase of clothes and left. Not even leaving a note or a trace behind. I'm sure my mother is worried as hell, but in the other hand she's probably happy to get me off her hair..having a deaf son put her in tons of stress..So I think she's happy to see me gone out of her life..I felt alone in this world...until I met him..
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The Boy of Silence (Ziall) (Co-written TogetherLikeTwoShips)
Fanfiction'Who is that boy?' They ask, 'Why is he so sad?' They wonder. But no one stops to ask. No one stops to say Hi. 'Why is he so dirty?' They joke, 'I wonder if he showers?' They laugh, but no one stops to think, maybe he has no home, nor a person to lo...
