Philophobia - A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter One

I had been lying on the ground in my bathroom for a few hours now. There was blood coming from my arm. I heard a faint noise 'She is in here'. That's all I could remember but let me back up a year or two. My name is Anna Jones, I'm 18 years old and I love to sing and write music. My favorite thing to do when I was first learning how to play the guitar, was sitting on a bench in the park. I would sit there and sing for hours. After a few weeks of not being able to go out to the park. I walked over there and I started to get my guitar out of my case and I started to strum a familiar song.

"I got a heart and I got a soul.

Believe me, I will use them both.

We make a start.

Be it a false one. I know

Baby I don't want to feel alone.

So kiss me where I lay down.

My hands pressed your cheeks.

A long way from the playground.

I have loved you since we were 18."

I could feel energy running through my body as I played.

"Long before we both thought the same thing.

To be loved and to be in love.

And all I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you, oh.

I want to love you like you made me feel.

When we were 18."

I didn't care if everyone in the world was staring at me.

"We took a chonce."

For some reason, I turned Irish for a second. Niall would be proud of my accent.

"God knows we tried.

Yet along I knew we would be fine.

So pour me a drink oh love.

Let's split the night wide open. And we will see everything we can.

Living love in slow motion, motion, motion.

So kiss me where I lay down.

My hands pressed to your cheeks.

A long way from the playground.

I have loved you since we were 18."

I could feel a lot of people's eyes on me but I didn't care. I was finally in my own little world that I was out of for so long.

"Long before we both thought the same thing

To be loved and to be in love.

And all I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you oh.

And I want to love you like you made me feel.

When we were 18.

When we were 18.

Oh lord.

When we were 18.

Kiss me where I lay down.

My hands pressed to your cheeks.

A long way from the playground.

I have loved you since we were 18.

Long before we both thought the same thing.

To be loved and to be in love.

And all I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you.

And I want a love like you made me feel.

When we were 18.

I want love like you made me feel.

When we were 18.

I want a love like you made me feel.

When we were 18.

I want a love like you made me feel.

When we were 18."

I finished the song and tons of people were clapping. I felt so alive again. As much as I wanted to stay and play more I have to get back home before my sister does. I normally don't like going home for a lot of reasons but there was one reason to go home that overpowered everything. Abby. Abby is my 5-year-old sister, she gets off the bus in a little bit and I promised that I would be there. You're probably asking what about your parents. Well here is the thing, my mom died 3 years ago from breast cancer, so my dad has been working extra hard since she died. We made a deal that he would work and pay the bills and I would clean the house and take care of Abby. I was fine with this arrangement because I knew it wouldn't last forever. As I was walking home I was thinking about life, and how I'm never really going to live one. When I got home my little sister Abby was getting off of the bus.

"Abby," I yelled to get her attention

"Anna, there you are!" She screamed and ran to me and hugged me as the bus drove off.

"Hey, how was school?" I asked my 5 year old sister.

"Good, I missed you though." My sister took my hand and led me into the house. As soon as we got in the house we ran to our room. But we didn't make it before Dad yelled at us.

"Where do you think you are going?" My dad yells at me. At that moment I could feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

"I was going to help Abby study for a test," I say as he holds his knife to my neck.

"Fine but she better get an A or she will have to face the consequences." My dad says I'm trying not to cry. I'm not as strong as everyone thinks I am. My dad walks away. This is normal in our house. It's normal for me to lie to my dad about everything. Come on, he was probably too drunk to realize that 5-year-olds don't need to study for tests.

"Come On we are leaving Abby." I grab a bunch of stuff and I stuff them in her backpack and mine backpack. I grabbed a lot of clothes.

Abby and I have been walking for about a few hours. By now I would have gone to any of my friends' houses but I don't have any. I don't want to sleep on the bench like a homeless person but it looks like that is what's going to happen. Abby and I walk towards that park I was at earlier today. I sit down on the bench and Abby sits right next to me.

"Anna?" My little sister says as she tugs on my arm.

"Yes?" I turn my head and I face her cute face. I don't want to tell her that I have no plan but she is a smart little girl and she is going to figure it out soon.

"Do you have any food? I'm hungry." Of course she is. She is always hungry. I mean she is burning all that energy she has by running around all the time.

"Let me check." I move my hands around in my pockets. Shit. The one thing that is really important I forgot.