Red Roses in the Shed- Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter Three- Suspicions

The alarm sounded shrilly in my ears. I prised my eyes open, awaking from my deep sleep. I rolled out of bed and fell onto the hard floor banging my head as I did so, why did I get so angry yesterday? I shouldn't have got so angry. I was so annoyed at myself for that, I wished I could turn back time.

I heard my mum and brother arguing again downstairs and quickly decided to get dressed and head for the shed. I dressed in some dark blue jeans and a warm jumper and ran from the house.  My chocolate and a blanket rested in my arms as I trudged my way through the green countryside and into the woods. Strands of willow stroked my face as I brushed past the trees and emerged into the clearing. This place was just so peaceful. I looked up at the rising sunset above the horison and silently prayed for a sunny day, those were the best, the sunshine made me smile and on a good day, possibly even happy. I just wished I had someone to share my days with since it was the summer holidays now and I had plenty of time to waste; it was a shame to spend it alone.

The more I thought about it the more I began to like the idea of spending the summer by myself. I would set my blanket and smooth milk chocolate bars in my special place, occasionally taking a walk through the warm woods and smiling at the small creatures bouncing along in the long green wilderness and living as if time were frozen in time and nothing would change, I wouldn't go back to school and I wouldn't remind myself of the long lost past behind me that constatly ran and danced through my mind reminding me of those beautiful times. When I was by myself there was no one to disturb my thinking. I know I can make this summer beautiful all by myself; all I have to do is believe. 

As I stepped towards the door to the shed a shiver crawled up my spine, goosebumps began to apear on my arms as I froze. This does not seem right. Someone has been here. I could tell by the disapearance of certain logs that always sat beside the door and as I opened the door I felt a strange sensation of difference, things just didn't feel right... In the middle of the floor sat a small piece of paper with a few lines which looked like they had been written by a young child. The small paragraph said this:

'I saw the boy and the girl again today, last time only the girl turned up, I don't know their names, they just come here all the time. I'm too scared to approach them, they probably wouldn't like me anyway, they would most likely just agree with the bullies. I hope the bullies stop soon, they upset me. They look like they have so much fun and I'm just left on the outside, too scared to go and talk to them.'

There was more writing on the other side that looked like it had been added much more recently; perhaps even by the person who had obviously visited since I had last been at the shed:

'I remember this place clear as day. Even after all I've done and al the places that I've gone with the boys. My memory didn't do it justice. If anything this place is even more beautiful than I remembered. There has been someone here recently, I can tell, I just hope it was the girl and not some old tramp. I can still remember where I used to work, at the post office. I heard it burnt down during the time I was gone but I really want to go visit my old colleague Gareth. I wonder if he's forgotten about me already; I haven't stayed in contact with him but I wish I had.

That was where the note ended.

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I had set everything straight, completed my homework and eaten already and I had nothing to do. I read the note over and over before deciding I wanted to try and find this person. They obviously still wanted to meet me and I assumed they weren't a weirdo; from what the person had said they were the same age as me. But maybe it was all set up, maybe they just wanted to lead me into their trap. I looked over in the corner at my old box of precious belongings.

My head throbbed, it felt like my blood was pounding in my skull as I stood up and headed over to the corner where I picked up the old tin box. I then sat back down on the worn sofa and began to rummage through the items the box held. Eventually, I found what I was looking for, an old photo of me and Blaze when we were seven in front of the woods by the shed. I stared at the picture for a while remembering the time the picture was taken.

Suddenly, I noticed a little mark in the background, I tried to rub it off with my finger but it wouldn't budge so I looked at it more closely. You could just make out a shock of blonde hair but I couldn't see the face as it was too far away.