If I'm Louder - Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 1 - The Secret

I skate down the streets of Manhattan on my skateboard. My long curly dark brown hair flying behind me. My names Katie Walker. My mother died 6 years ago. I live with my father, Jeff Walker. I don't have much, well... any family in New York actually. Just my Aunt Teresa from my moms side. I never really liked Teresa. She was a stuck up snob. She was a designer for Raulph Lauren. Notice I said WAS. She quit her job and married into money. I can't stand her husband either. He walks like he has a stick shoved up his ass. It makes me so angry that shes that selfish. Shes a gold digger. I hate her.

I stop by the Central Perk. I pick up my skateboard and walk inside. I love this place, the workers are the nicest people. Friends with my dad, too.

I set my skateboard down beside my as I sit on the couch. I pull off my one-shoulder backpack. I pull out some money and walk to the counter for a coffee. Marie's green eyes meet mine and she sighs. A look of sympathy on her face. My eyebrows bunch together in confusion. "Whats wrong Marie?" I ask and she bites her lip. She takes my hands in hers and leans against the counter, closer towards me. "Baby, I'm so sorry." She whispers in her thick country accent. I could her the tears in her voice. Why is she sad?

"What?" I laugh nervously shrugging it off.

"Baby. Your daddy was in an accident. He was in a car wreck and..." tears fill her eyes, "H-he didn't make it. I'm so sorry baby." A tear rolls down her cheek. She was my fathers best friend.

My jaw drops and a small sob escapes my mouth. Tears fill my eyes. How could my father be dead? I had said goodbye just this morning before going to school. Now hes gone?

Marie quickly pulls me behind the counter and into a hug. I sob against her uniform. She runs her hand through my hair. "Baby girl, your aunt called." Why did SHE call?

"Baby she told me that she really needs to talk to you. She asked me if I would drive your to her house. I said I would. I know you can't stand the woman, I can't either. She said it was important." I nod against her chest. She wasn't like... really tall. I was just really short. I could pass for a 7th grader. I was like my mom when she was my age. Short. But when she turned 20 she grew about 4inches in one year.

Marie clocks out and guides me to her car as I carry my skateboard. The entire 1 hour car ride was silent. Not an awkward silence but a comfortable silence. Once we arrived up to the mansion I opened the car door stepping out. Tears still streaming down my face. My aunt quickly runs outside and hugs me. Marie steps out and follows us in the house. I made her promise to stay with me.

"Okay um, Katie... your family has a little secret." Teresa says and I nod wiping my tears. "Your father came to New York as a little boy from England. I can't let you stay here with me and I think you should know... your fathers sister is Patricia Malik."

I stare at her blankly, "I know you've heard of One Direction. Well she is Zayn Maliks mother and I was thinking, maybe you'd like to figure out where you came from." Zayn freaking Malik is my cousin? Dammit. Don't get me wrong, I think One Direction is fine as far as music and looks but... I'm not like one of those obsessed fans."Your father is really Patricias half brother that's why his last name is Walker. I called her and she said she wants you to come over to England and live with her and her daughters Doniya, Waliyha, and Safaa."

I gasp and look at Marie. Her jaw was on the floor and she looked at me, "That's great."

"But... what about dad?" I ask. My voice shaking.

"He's being buried in the cemetery by your mother. Dear, Patricia is going to fly you out to Bradford England." I gasp and nod.

"When is dad's funeral?"

"In two days. I'll plan the whole thing. Just go get packed dear." Teresa had no emotions what so ever. Could she not see I was grieving?!