An Angel Named Niall

Chapter 30

Two more days left of me in this house. Niall continued to be with me. He had me convinced he was going to stay here with me. 

But he also convinced me to take me out. With the little effort that I had, I did. He took me to meet up with his band mates which didn't make me very happy when I fount out. 

The last thing I wanted was socializing with people. I wanted to be in my room but he kept telling me I needed to distract my mind a bit..and he was right. 

I met them all formally but I knew they felt sorry for me. They didn't speak as much as they did in interviews I've seen of them. 

They tried making me laugh but it was hard. My mind was full of my grandma and me leaving. I didn't want to leave. I was going to be with strangers. I've heard bad things about foster homes. I was going to hate it. 

I got up from the table we were at and ran. As I ran, I heard the table go quiet. Niall reached me and held me to stop. 

He lifted my face with his hand and he noticed I was crying. He wrapped his arms around me and repeatedly said "sorry." 

"I shouldn't have taken you out. I'm sorry. Let's go home." 

We walked to the table and I couldn't look at any of them in the eyes. We got into the house and I had to tell Niall how I felt. 

"I'm sorry for that. I just--"

"No, don't be sorry. You're still too fragile and it was wrong of me."

"Niall, I don't want to hold you back from being with your friends. You don't have to be here."

"I see them all the time. They're fine without me."

I let out a low giggle and looked straight into his eyes.

"Thank you...for everything" and I hugged him. I'm sure he was suprised. I felt his arms squeeze me and it felt nice. I opened my eyes and over his shoulder I saw two silhouettes. I jumped out of his hug and rubbed my eyes. 

"What's wrong?" He turned around, looking at the direction I was looking at. 

"I thought I, I...nevermind." 

I walked towards the door leading to the backyard. I was hoping those silhouettes were real. I was hoping my mom and grandma would walk in right now. 

I bit my lip as they began to tremble. I knew the tears were coming. 

I went over to the cabinets that were placed by the farther side of the living room. Niall began helping me. I didn't know what I was looking for; I was just searching to see what there was. I'd never been through them and grandma never told me about what was in there. 

I found a huge photo album and placed it on my knees. Niall moved right next to me when I opened it. 

Tons and tons of photos. Photos of grandma with grandpa at first. Then it moved on to photos of grandma with my mom. I stopped at one specific. It was a picture of my mom holding me at the hospital. 

A tear fell on the photo and I quickly wiped it off. Niall rubbed my back and flipped the page. 

More and more photos of my mom. Then of me. 

I closed the album and got up. I sat on the couch and hugged my knees. It was too much looking at those photos. They held too many memories that brought me pain when it should've brought me joy.

Niall sat next to me and wrapped his arms around me, not saying a single word. He knew I needed to let it all out. 

That night I took the album and stayed in my grandmas room again. 

I tried convincing Niall to go back to his hotel but he insisted he was going to stay. And so, I didn't have the power to argue with him. I had just one more day in this house. 

That night I cried. The whole room filled with voices of people I loved and people that hurt me. It was almost like those dreams I had. 

I began thinking about the ending of this house. Who was keep this house? Was it going to be destroyed?

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