Prince Charming// Niall Horan

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It was September 2nd at 10:32.

I stared out the window of my parent's car as we drove to our new house. They decided to come late at night to not draw attention. Which wasn't like my parents. They are rich snobs that craved attention. Sometimes I feel like I don't belong in here, like my parents aren't really my parents. I looked nothing like them nor did I want to be like them. My Father owns a Clothing line for Men's tuxedos. My mother is a housewife. I have no siblings and my dad assumes that after I'm done with college I'll take over his business. Little does he know, because he never asks, I will not be taking over it. I want to writer. I've always dreamed of writing for New York Times, I've always liked exposing people for who they really are-

It happened so fast, one minute I'm staring out the window, the next my dad swerved to the side of the road yelling "shit!"

All I saw was a blonde head driving recklessly on his expensive motorcycle heading straight for us, but at the last minute he skidded towards the back of the car next to me. At that split second, I got a clear view of his face, he had beautiful blue crystal eyes that resembled the ocean and his face reminded me of a cartoon prince that I watched when I was younger. His motorcycle fell to the ground and he fell beside it.

My first instinct is to open the door and run to him and see if he's okay, but my dad had different plans. He continued to drive away.

"What the hell?" I yelled at my parents, who were oddly silent, "We need to help him! You can't just leave him there, he could die!"

"Don't you dare, talk to me in that tone Genevieve Smith." My father said in a calm, sicking tone,"I did what I did for a reason."

My mother stayed silent probably trying to take in what just occurred.

I couldn't believe what just happened. I wanted to go back and help him, but I couldn't get out of the car. I couldn't disobey my parents, as much as I despised them they were still my parents, I think.

We continued to drive in silence and I was debating whether or not I'd live if I jumped out of the car and ran back to that man. Even if I'd live the jump, we were miles away now and I highly doubt if I'd live through my parents' punishments.

It was pitch black out, just like my dad's soul, dark and cold.

I really wanted to yell at my parents and throw a tantrum but I didn't want to push my limit. I'm surprised that my Father didn't stop the car and slap me or scream at me for saying "hell". My father has an anger problem. My mother doesn't get angry easily, but when she does, she turns into the devil, calm with murderous look.

I say nothing to break the silence, still angry and shocked that my parents are that cold hearted for leaving that man there.

I close my eyes, trying to distract myself from the earlier events, and put on my music till I fall asleep.

A couple of hours later, I'm greeted by the bright light of the big apple, it was as if it was three in the afternoon. I look at the clock and it reads 1:34 am

I couldn't get that guy out of my head. I felt like I met him before and he looked so damn handsome, but I felt regretful, I could've done something to help.

Another thing was lingering my mind, tomorrow.

I promise myself this time will be different, I thought to myself, I'll make friends and hell, maybe even get a boyfriend, I think as my father pulls into our new penthouse. We walk into the apartment building, as always ours is on the top level.

I pick my room and throw my stuff on the floor and lay in my new bed.

I can't sleep that man is the only thing I can think about.

I find myself starting to fall asleep so I set my alarm and next thing I know it's Sunday morning.

The day right before I start college.

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