If I Break (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 1-Just Another Fugitive

Chapter 1

Just Another Fugitive

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(This chapter is probably a lot better then all the next one's because I wrote all those like a year and half ago and I'm writing this one now because this chapter deleted for some reason and I'm just now fixing it. So sorry:) I might fix them later too or something.)

~*Eva's P.O.V.*~

I peal off my shorts and t-shirt before I grab my hair tie and pull it from my hair. My shoulder length brown hair falls over my shoulders in a tangled mess. I sigh and merely glance up in the mirror before I drop my eyes back to the white tile of my bathroom and turn around, switching the shower on.

I plug my iPod into the iHome dock and put my playlist on shuffle. I'm not surprised when my all time favorite song comes on by One Direction. 'Diana' plays through the speaks and I smile softly, feeling myself wake up a bit.

I slip into the shower and feel the heat of the water run down my tired skin, sending jolts of energy through out my whole body. I take in a heavy breath as I sing softly to the song and let the water soak me from head to toe.

I take a nice amount of shampoo in my hand and start to scrub it into my hair, my hairs actually really healthy, I never straighten it or curl it, and I like using argon oil to make it really soft.

I rinse my hair and do the same with conditioner, but let it set for a few seconds while I brush my teeth.

What can I say, it saves time to brush my teeth in the shower.

I use a luffa to scrub all the excess dirt and sweat off my skin from yesterdays routine and get every part of my body.

Once that's done and I'm all clean, I stand under the shower head for a few minuets and let the hot water soak into my skin. I sigh a big sigh, before I switch off he water and open the shower curtain, staining my eyes away from the mirror. I reach down and grab my towel. I dry off really quick before I wrap the towel around my body and step out of the shower.

I walk out of the bathroom and across the Hall to my bedroom and open the door. Two small hairy creatures run towards my feet and start jumping up and down frantically. I laugh and bend down, curling my fingers into the hairs at the napes of their necks and petting them.

"Hey, guys." I smile and pet my two lovely wiener dogs, Bella and Charlie, before I stand back up and shuffle to my closet. I throw the doors open and skim through all the clothing options. Usually I would go for just a sweatshirt and skin jeans but I have work today. I sigh and grab a white t-shirt off the hanger and I throw it on my bed. I also grab a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, panties, a bra, a pair of socks and a pink, green and yellow floral scarf.

Once I'm dresses, I throw my hair in a damp messy bun and slip on a pair of brown Uggs. I then grab my coat, wallet, keys, book and phone and throw everything but the coat in my bag before I walk to the door, before closing it, I yell to Bella and Charlie, "Charlie, don't get Bella pregnant! I love you, bye!"

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After I unlock all the doors and start all the lights and heater up, I turn over the "Sorry, we're closed" sign to "We're open, welcome" sign. Then, I open all the curtains so the warm light can enter.

I set my stuff down behind the desk and settle down into the sixteen-million year old slinky chair with my book and hit chocolate. It's nearing the end of winter, regardless, it's still freezing here in London.

I get about thirty pages further in my book and about ten minuets further in my day before the door dings and an older lady walks in. She looks around for ten minuets, reads in the lounge for thirty, reading then she checks out four books, two romance novels, very spicy, a horror, eh, not scary but defiantly not boring, and a child's book, too young for a ten year old but too old for a four year old.

I guess you could say I've been working here too long, there's a very small number of books I haven't read or at least skimmed in here.

I love working in the Jefferson Free Library.

Four and a half (he was probably five and was so cute, checked out nine books, or at least wanted to. He ended up with five and the mom promised to come back tomorrow.) more costumers came and went before my day took an entirely strange turn.

The library was empty, about one o'clock when a boy, fluffy dirty blond bursts through the front door, slams and locks the door behind him. I shoot up from my seat when I notice the commotion coming from outside and the boy, familiar but no name comes to mind; starts to close all the windows. Though I don't really pay much attention to him when I see all the cameras being hidden behind the blinds.

I walk around the counter and cross my arms, still going unnoticed, "um, excuse me." When he turns around and finally sees me, eyes going wide, I raise an eyebrow, " are you just like, some kind of fugitive or something?"

His eyes go wider before he starts to stutter, "uh, uh, n-no, I just n-need some help." He says before he clears his throat, "um, no. I'm not a fugitive, I'm-" He stops, mid-sentence and sighs, almost defeated, "I just need to know if you have a back door that I can escape out of before they realize." He says, gesturing to the windows, closed, by the way.

I sigh and nod, "yeah, follow me." I say softly before I walk out around the desk completely and start to maze my way through all the isles of different books. The boy (still unnamed) follows behind me quietly. When we get to the door that leads to the back room, I turn around before opening the door. He almost runs into me but luckily stops before he does.

"Um, sense you're a celebrity, I assume, you need to make sure if anyone ever asks who your hero is, you say Eva Brooks from Jefferson Free Library in London." I say with a grin before I open the door and stand aside so he can get through, "I'm Eva, by the way."

The boy smiles, crookedly and it even reaches his eyes before he nods, "thank you." He says gratefully, "and I'll definitely mention you as often as possible."

"It's the door in the very back, just go left, then it's the second right. Go down that and the door should be right there." I smile and go to close the door behind him but before I can, I hear the boy.

"Oh, and Eva." I turn around and peak at him through the door.

"Yeah?"

"I'm Niall."

(A/N:

There you go!! I hope you love it!!)