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I walked through the door, looking around and as I saw my mom sitting on a chair, hands covering her face, the tears were streaming down my cheeks. I think she still loved daddy.
She rose her head. Red eyes stared at me. Then she shook her head... No.
My daddy had left us... Again.
But this time,
forever.
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"NOOOO!" I screamed. I fell on my knees. I was in my own little world. I didn't realize anything around me. It was just me.
Only, me.
Daddy left us and I'll NEVER see him again. Never.
I think this was the worst day of my whole entire life.
Losing someone who was one of the reasons you were born.
I felt two strong hands on my shoulders and suddenly I was embraced in a tight hug by someone. I think it was a man or boy. Niall.
I could smell his scent. Perfect.
He distracted me for few seconds as I continued to cry again but this time even louder.
His grip tightened around me and I felt warm, soft lips, placing a gently kiss on my forehead.
He calmed me down.
We sat in this position for more than an hour until I hadn't any tears left.
Suddenly he lifted me up, carrying me outside. I was defenseless ... But knew that Niall would take care of me.
He sat me down into the Range-Rover and kissed my cheek.
"I'm here for you...your mum is still in the hospital... She wants to stay there for the night, just in case."
Mum.
I really wanted to see her now... But I guess that would've made me cry even more... Seeing her sitting there with red eyes broke my heart.
Niall took one last look at me and shut the door.
After he climbed in he started the car and drove away, away from the place I'd never forget.
I was paralized.
Looking out of the window, just getting in mind that my dad was gone. Forever.
"I love you daddy." I whispered so loud that only I could hear it.
Somehow I peered at Niall. He was beautiful, a beautiful boy.
He calmed me down, his posters were giving me sweet dreams, he is a really good kisser and he loved me.
Someone loved me... Well except of my mother and Claire.
Oh and daddy, before he...you know.
But Niall, he loved me.
Wow.
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I woke up into his arms. He quietly hummed something. I liked it.
"You are awake..." He immediately whispered, kissing the pain away which I was sure showed up into my face.
I half smiled. Niall was cute, but I think he understood why I couldn't be happy about that right now.
"I called your teacher... You have a rest for 3 weeks. You don't need to go to school. I told them everything."
"Thank you." I said and sighed in relief.
But somehow I needed any distraction...
"Niall?..."
"Yes, princess..."
Princess.
Wow only this single word made me shiver.
"I-eh... Well you know... "
"Shh. You don't have to explain this. " he whispered and tightened his grip around me.
"I...-eh...I-"
"Shhh..."
"I l-"
"Shh.. Princess."
"-Love you.."
His eyes grew wide.
"W-what?"
"I love you Niall."
"Whoaah! Really? Like love,love?"
"Yes..." I almost laughed.
It was hard for me anyways to laugh but he was just so cute he was the best distraction I could've asked for.
He grinned. "I love you even more now."
"Thanks." I said and slapped his chest playfully.
"Well... I know that you probably want to spend time with your mum for the next weeks... But eh ... I still wanted to ask you if you would be one of my fans, my special, personal...fan... For each show we will play for the next weeks?"
I stared in his blue orbs. He meant every single word he said...
"I... I would love to...that would be a perfect distraction for me..."
"I know princess, shhh don't start crying again..."
One tear was streaming down my left cheek.
Only to think about my dad made me cry ...
Suddenly I felt soft, warm lips on mine. They were kissing me passionately.
Wow.
Niall
Is
Such
A
Good
Kisser.
Maybe god gave me Niall, taking daddy instead?
What?
What am I even thinking about?
Stupid me.
We looked in each others eyes and I knew he was the right one...
My love.
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