Sing To Me

Chapter One

Sometimes my life really sucks. The first day in over a week that it hasn't rained, and I'm stuck at work for another four hours. Okay so maybe I'm a little dramatic, but still. After living in London for 3 years, you learn to take advantage of every bit of sunshine given to you. Someday I'd like to get away from the UK and travel, maybe I'd even make my way over to America. It's on my bucket list to visit every country at least once. Maybe I
Could live in America one day. That's a lovely thought.

"You okay Ava dear? You look a little distracted." I look over and find my boss, Maria looking at me with a slight frown on her face.

"I'm fine, Maria. Just thinking about stuff." I smile over at her.

Maria is an elderly lady who happens to own a small bakery and coffee shop that I work at. She's a sweet person, a woman who I would associate more as my nan, than my boss. My mom died when I was only seven, and my dad is always at work, so Maria kind of took me in. Even after I got my own place at the age of 19, she still insists I come over at least once a week for tea and sweets. She offered me a job at the bakery when I was 16 and we've been extremely close ever since.

The sound of Maria chuckling snapped me out of my train of thought, "I swear, one of these days that mind of yours is going to get you in trouble."

I laughed at that. She always says that, but what can I say, I'm a daydreamer. "Probably. Hey can you turn on the radio? It gets a little quiet in here without any customers."

Maria walked over and started flipping through stations, muttering to herself "they're all out enjoying this lovely weather."

Once she was satisfied with a station, she turned the radio up. As soon as I heard the song, I started to groan. "Okay actually I change my mind. I'm not in the mood for music."

I walked over to a table and started wiping it off, trying to tune out the annoying song that's currently playing. Okay it's actually not that bad of a song, I just can't stand the group who sings it.

"Ava, it seems like you are the only young girl on the planet who doesn't like this One Addition group." I couldn't help but snort when Maria got the name of the band wrong.

"It's One Direction, and you know why." She makes me explain myself every time One Direction pops up in conversation.

Maria looked my way and crossed her arms, "enlighten me please."

I sighed and sat down on one of the bar stools. "I still haven't forgiven Niall. And I know what you're going to say, "It's water under the bridge, get over it Avie" but I can't. I really liked Niall, but his head got too caught up in fame and he forgot about me. It's been five years and it still hurts, Maria."

No, I'm not in love with Niall Horan. But 5 years ago when we ran into each other at a diner in Dublin, we instantly hit it off. He was getting ready to try out for the X Factor and I was getting ready to pack up my things and move to London, England with my dad for his new job.

We spent the next 2 hours talking, and before we knew it, the diner was closed and the manager was asking us to leave. Niall walked me home, and we exchanged numbers. For the next few weeks, we stayed in constant contact. I was beyond thrilled for him when I found out he made it on The X Factor. But after that, each phone conversation got a little bit shorter, and each text message was sent further and further apart until eventually they just stopped. I moved to London, and he continued The X Factor. I watched him on TV, getting more and more famous.

When they lost, I tried to call Niall and give him my condolences, but the number was non existent. Apparently he got too famous and changed his number, without even telling me. I could never contact him again.

Maria just shook her head at me and changed stations. "Sure sounds like you loved him." She said it quietly, apparently not wanting me to hear. I heard it anyway.

I rolled my eyes and went back to work, and before I knew it, my shift was over. I said my goodbyes to Maria and drove home.

My flat was not the most extravagant, but it was mine and I loved it. When I first got my flat my dad tried talking me into getting a flatmate, but the only friend I would even consider living with comes from a very wealthy family, and I just don't think she'd feel very comfortable moving from basically a mansion, to my tiny little home. But that's okay, I'm now 21 and I love living alone.

I finally pulled into my drive and walked up to my door. After unlocking the door, I walked in and was instantly greeted by my dog, Milo. Milo was a Golden Retriever who I adopted from a animal shelter last year. He's my best friend.

"Hey buddy, miss me?" I lean down to give Milo kisses. He started wagging his tail and returned the kisses. I laughed and made my way into my small kitchen so I could find something for dinner.

After settling on making spaghetti because I was too lazy to cook anything else, I quickly ate and enjoyed the rest of my evening by watching horror movies and cuddling with Milo. Time passed quickly and the next thing I know, it's 11:00.

I stretched, making Milo move off my lap. "Well Milo, how about we head to bed yeah?"

After changing into pajamas and brushing my teeth, I snuggled into my bed. Today's conversation with Maria flashed through my mind. Niall hadn't been brought up in almost 2 months, and I was thankful for that, but then of course he gets brought up today. Like I said, I'm not in love with the guy. He became my best friend rather quickly, and then dumped me on the side of the road almost as quick. He made me feel unimportant, like I didn't matter.

Niall James Horan was a part of my past that I need to move on from. He is nothing but a distant memory. A memory that I need to forget.

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Okay guys! That's the first chapter! This is my FIRST fan fic so please don't be TOO harsh haha! But I would love to know what you guys thought of it, so please comment below. And if no one is interested, I won't continue, but I'd really like to so hopefully you all like it okay. See ya in the next chapter!

With all the love, T