Letting Go {A Niall Horan Fan Fiction}

Chapter 1

       It was the morning of my eighteenth birthday. For all I knew life was just beginning. When I was five, my parents and little brother died in a plane crash. Me along with about twenty other people made it out alive. I was sent to live with my aunt, who then died of breast cancer when I was seven. My whole family was gone, I had become distant from the world. Immediately after my aunt Sheryl died I was put in an orphanage. At age eight I was adopted by a family with two older boys and twins who were five years old. Tommy, ten and Jim, fourteen. Emily and Drake were five and twins, I couldn't bear to look at Drake for the first few months without think of Josh my brother who died. My adopted parents were the best, I had just always felt like the odd ball. My brothers loved and protected me everyday after school when I was bullied, but no one could help during school. I felt like I was alone in this world, a world of fear and self doubt. When I was sixteen my boyfriend, David, was tragically shot right in front of me.

       We were holding hands two sixteen year olds in love. All was well in the world. After having gone on a romantic date on my birthday, he was walking me home. "What's that noise?" David asked. "What noise?" And then I heard it too, my neighbors were being robbed. I pulled out my phone and called the cops. Then the burglar started running. "Stop!" David yelled My eyes went wide with horror as the burglar pulled up a gun. "David" I yelled He turned around and whispered 'I love you' just before he was shot in the heart. He collapsed to the ground. "David!" I screamed in horror My brother Jim walked outside hearing all the noise and the gun shot. "Zellia!" Jim screamed my name running over to make sure I was okay. He then called 911 reporting a gunshot wound. My life was no more, everyone I ever loved seemed like had a way of slipping out of my finger tips. I held onto him in the middle if the street crying. Becoming vulnerable to the world.

       It was time for me to let go. Two years, two years and I still cried every night. I knew I would never completely get rid of the nightmares, horror, memories.

The previous day:

       I've been in London for a week, school wouldn't be starting till the end of the summer and I got a job at the local book store. I woke up screaming and someone knocking on the door. I got up in my pajamas, which didn't cover very much, short cloth shorts with a light crop top. Opening the door I found a blonde boy standing there.

"Is everything okay... I heard screaming...?" He questioned.

       I immediately remembered what I was dreaming about and started balling knowing tomorrow would mark two years since that dreadful day. He pulled me onto his shoulder.

"Did you want to come back to my place?" He asked.

       I nodded my head as he guided me down the hall. He opened the door to reveal a large apartment. We settled down on the coach as he cuddled me in his arms. After I settled down I introduced myself.

"Hello, I'm Zelena. I just moved here from Washington. But just so you know everyone calls me Zellia."

"Hi, I'm Niall Horan from Ireland. Do you mind if I ask why you were screaming then crying...?"

"It's kind of personal..."

"Of course, sorry. Have you made any friends yet?"

"No, I've meet a few people from my work but no one else."

"Well, we can be best friends! I have a roomate and five great friends that live in the building."

"Sounds like you have a great life."

"Yea, where do you work?"

"The book store down the street"

"Fun, what do you want to do?"

"My dream is to be a song writer, but I doubt that will ever happen."

"Why couldn't it?"

"I don't know anyone famous. What!?" I exclaimed.

"You obviously don't know who I am then."

"What why who are you?"

"I'm one of the boys from One Direction"

        My eyes went wide. I couldn't believe it! Maybe someone will finally hear my songs! He started laughing.

"Do you have any family?" He asked

"Um" tears struck my eyes as I started telling him my story. "When I was five my parents, and little brother died in a plane crash. Then I moved in with my aunt. When I was seven my aunt died of breast cancer. A year later at eight I was adopted. The family has three boys and one girl. It's the best family I could ask for."

"That's a lot to go through. Is that what you were crying for?"

"No" I quietly replied

"When's your birthday?"

"August second" I replied

"Tomorrow!?"

"Yea...."

"Are you planning on doing anything"

"Well I don't know what I would do, your the first friends I've made."

"Come over and I can show you around London."

"Niall!" A sleepy voice complained. I turned around to find a very attractive boy with curly hair and only in his sweat pants.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Harry" he introduced

"I'm Zelena, but call me Zellia"

"Your American, what state?" He asked me

"Washington born and raised"

"I love Washington!" Harry exclaimed

"It's great! A lot different than here"

"You've got that right"

"It's her birthday tomorrow!" Niall exclaimed.

"How old are you turning?" Harry asked me.

"Yea, how old will you be?" Niall agreed

"Eighteen" I replied "what time is it? I have to go to work"

        Before I got up Niall grabbed my phone putting his number inside.

"Text me when you get off work, we can go get some dinner together"

"Yes! That would be so much fun! Bye!"

           I gave them both a hug goodbye and ran back to my flat. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I looked like heck. My long black hair going down to my waist was up in a bun on the top of my head. I was about 5'4 so I wasn't to short. My skin was still tan from living in California and my eyes were colorful. In the sunlight my eyes looked green but other times they looked brown or hazel. As I got dressed in my favorite brown combat boots and green backpack. I tucked my flowly chiffon ivory top into my burgundy skater skirt tied with a light brown belt. After I was done getting ready I grabbed a bagel and headed out the door.