Niall and Nicki (Niall Fanfiction)

Ch. 4

He looked at me with those big, blue eyes. The way he held an innocent look on his face with hope spreading across his eyes.

      "Sure, why not?" Oh joy! Q and A! Oh, how I love them

      "Have I met  you somewhere? You look very familiar." 

      "Not unless I magically vi-wait?" I looked him square in the face. He's the boy from my dream!

      "What? Is there something in my teeth?" He asked while covering his mouth.

      "Oh no, you look familiar too. That's all."

      "Did you visit Ireland about.... two years ago?" Does it look like I travel! I don't think so!

     "Uh, no, sorry. I don't travel." Ever since my dad died, I've had plane issues. Even before he left, I thought planes were big, creepy, white tubes with wings. I've thought that ever since I was 5.

      "Why don't you travel?" He's gotta be kidding me! Here come the water works.

      "I'd rather not talk about it." I sniffled and started to walk faster. It was sad way how I found out that he died. My mom and I were out buying supplies for his suprise welcoming party. My mom said that I could go look at the decorations and pick some. I looked and for some pretty cool balloons, signs, and of course plates. A party wouldn't be complete without something to put food on. As I was walking back to her, I see her on the phone and she just drops it. She quickly picks it up and starts talking, then hung up. She told me to put the stuff back. I looked up and saw her crying. I didn't question it. I thought father was staying longer in Japan. We left the mall and went to the car. She told me what she just learned. I couldn't handle it. I got out of the car and started running. She tried going after me, but couldn't catch up. I ran all the way to the woods, two blocks from our house. That's where my dad and I used to always go to. I climbed up tree and had a flashback of when my father found me when I was five. I was in the tree he found me. I never understood why he had to leave, I thought he planned it, but I was 13, I didn't know any better. All these thoughts started to suffocate me. I needed air. And the air I'm talking about is the woods. I told Niall, 

    "Keep walking till you get to Thorne Ave., then make a right. First street on your left. Can't miss it."  I started walking in the other direction. He grabbed my arm.

     "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. Just don't leave. I have terrible memory."  Niall looked at me with his big blue eyes. It seemed like he was pleading! "Plus your mom promised me that you'd take me to school and if you diverged from the path, I have to follow you." It's like my mom sent a bodyguard.