I'm Just Normal. ~Niall Horan FanFiction / Love Story~

Chapeter 1- Same Routines.

~ my authors note ~

Hiii, I'm trudy!

And I'm going to be writing this story/fanfic 'Im Just Normal'. Just a few things before you start!

1- okay, so this is a fanfic about an ordinary girl, who gets a dream life in the end, I'm not giving too much away apart from the fact it includes Niall Horan because I'll just give it all away haha.

2- ok forgive me, I am a normal and average school girl so my grammar and writing skills aren't the best! Please forgive me and please notify me about any mistakes or if it's just crap haha!

3- I don't really have an age guidance on this?? It includes some swearing but for now I'm keeping it pretty clean! Throughout the story there will be swearing and some 'sexual references' haha, so read at own risk.

And finally, please enjoy!! It's not the best, I have read fanfics on here before but i have 100% thought of this story myself and haven't copied! If its similar to someones story, please tell me and I will mix it up!

Thank you, and goodbyee!:)

Oh and also, my twitter is @T1dee if you need to get in touch. :):)

Part 1-

Rain glorious rain. Little droplets of water dashed down my window as I opened my curtain to a very damp, miserable, english morning. Slowly opening my eyes with a relaxed yawn, I stumbled back over to my bed and wished to be anywhere but here. I slammed my head back down on my cotton pillow, huffing and puffing at the fact I had to be at college in just over an hour. Great, a whole new week at the hell hole. Hate was too much of a nice word to describe my feelings towards it. I was soon snapped out of my daze as a light tap shattered my door.

"Chloe?" My mother called. Her name is Susan. We used to be so close, a true and natural daughter and mother bond, I could never leave her side, until she met David. Dave. Whatever you want to call him, i don't really care.

My father died when I was young. he really was the most wonderful and most amazing man alive. My dad would not hurt a fly, he would tell me I was his beautiful chicken every morning and every night, and would take me anywhere and everywhere. Road trips, vacations, you name it, we went. With my mum of course, we were a proper family, an ideal one to be quite fair. Everyone would always compliment their strong marriage, and say they were blessed with me, there 'perfect', quiet and only child.

Until the 26th of June 2001.

That dreaded phone call.

'Im sorry to inform you Mrs Brooke, but you're husband has been in a tragic road accident.'

Ever since that day nothing has ever been the same, birthdays were just another milestone of life, Christmas was more like watching other people have fun and having nothing to celebrate, and everything just seemed to stop. Mum got really bad, hospitalised at one point. She really ran herself down about it all, cries after cries, she also started drinking a lot, and it was always me who picked up the pieces. Ever since I have been pretty much a quiet, kept myself to myself girl. Same routines. Up, ready, school, home, homework, bath, bed. Then like I said, mum met David. The one time she actually goes out for the night in 6 years, she ends up meeting the most vile man alive. He hates me, no joke. Since the first day we met, it's as if he's had a grudge on me ever since. He never calls me Chloe, it's always 'her' 'she' 'it' and always gets my attention by shouting 'oi'. I hate him, I really do. Mum thinks he's a walking angel, but I see right through him and trust me, he's far from it. He is always shouting at mum, telling her she's ugly, worthless, and that no one but him would ever love her, and yeah it makes her feel like rubbish, but she always goes back to him. I have had enough.