It had been 2 weeks since the accident. They had let me out of the hospital after a day of observation and I was finally starting to feel back to my normal self. Niall hadn't let me out of bed for three days after I had come home. I wasn't allowed to lift a finger. It didn't really surprise me, when we were little and one of us would get sick the other would help take care of them. When I had finally convinced him that I could get out of bed he still insisted on helping me whenever he could, he wouldn't even let me make dinner. I had finally started actually going in to work but everyone walked on eggshells around me and it kind of made me uncomfortable so I still worked from home often.
I had gotten home from work before Niall today so I sat in the living room and flipped through channels on the TV while I waited for him to get home. I had a pretty awful day so I just wanted Niall to come home so I could cuddle him on the couch. After a few hours of mindlessly staring at the television I finally heard the low scrape of the key sliding into the lock and my head shot up to meet the door.
Niall entered our flat and immediately walked over to me, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head. "Hey beautiful," he cooed, "How was your day?"
"Eh." I shrugged.
"Why just eh?"
"I just haven’t been feeling well today."
"Morning sickness?"
"Maybe..."
He let it go and walked over to the fridge to search for some food. As he walked back into the living room he noticed the little red blinking light that had ruined my day.
"Hey we have a message" he asserted, motioning to the answering machine.
"I'm aware" I replied, not bothering to even take my eyes off of the TV.
"OK...did you listen to it?"
"Yupp. I was here when they left it."
"OK...What was it about?"
I didn’t even bother acknowledging his question with an answer. I simply reached over the arm of the couch and flicked the button on the horrid machine to release the offending words. The loud screech of the answering machine clawed its way through the room and the hideous voice began its drunken tirade.
"You little bitch," the voice slurred through the speakers, "You think you can just waltz back in here after all these years and nothing would happen? Think you can just live happily ever after with the pretty boy from next door? I told you that life doesn't have fairy tale endings but I guess you never learned that lesson. You just wait, I'll teach you. And this time you won’t forget!" the voice ended his rant with a growl.
The message ended and the machine screeched again leaving the room in silence. I still hadn't moved from my position on the couch but my mood had changed drastically. Before I heard the message again I was simply irritated and out of sorts, but now I was raging mad again. Niall could probably tell how it had affected me. He still hadn't said anything and I think he was frozen in place out of shock, the same way I had been when I had first heard the message.
"Who the hell was that and how the hell did he even get my phone number?"
"The ‘father’ of the last foster home I was in. He probably just charmed your number out of someone.”
"Do you want to tell me what he was talking about?”
“He doesn’t like it when things are going good for anyone else. He has to be the center of attention and when he isn’t he bullies people out of what he sees as his spotlight.”
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Forever and Always
FanfictionKat Michelson grew up next door to The Niall Horan, but she hasn't spoken to him in five years and she doesn't expect to anytime soon. But when she wakes up in Mullingar and is thrust into his life again, old feelings are revealed. Will she be abl...
