Last Summer - Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

"Hey Millie" I hear my best friends voice ring in my ears. "Ava!" I smile back at her, "It's summer!" I yell as I throw my hands in the air and giggle when I see her giving me a huge grin. She grabs my hand and pulls me through the school gates. Won't be going through those for a while.

"So," Ava looks at me, "what's the plan for the first day of SUMMER VACATION?!" She squeals. Her blonde hair bounces around her shoulders as she hopefully glances up at me, excitement shining in her eyes. She fiddles with her light denim school bag strap and raises her eyebrows at me.

"I'm honestly kind of tired, Ava," I say, peering down at her, her bottom lip jutting out as she puts on her best puppy face. I laugh and shrug my shoulders,"Sooo, movie night?" She asks, "Please please please please pleaseeee?" She whines as she meets my eyes. I smirk as I nod my head. "Fine," I sigh, giggling as my best friend starts jumping up and down, making a little squeak as she quickly runs away from me to her house, going to grab her sleepover stuff for our movie night.

I let out a deep breath as I realise that school is finally over. The thought of having nearly 3 peaceful months free of school makes me smile. I turn down my street and glance at my house.

So I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Millie Colt, I'm 17 and I go to school at Kenton Collage. I've lived in London for the past year. My older brother, Ashton, my mom, my dad and I used to live back in L.A. I know it sounds super cliché, but we were the perfect family. We lived in a nice house, big enough to have room but not so big that it was un-homely. We would go out almost every weekend, and we didn't have a single care in the world. But that changed.

My dad's mom passed away. That really brought dad down. They were extremely close, and after she had died, my dad hardly ever smiled. He spent almost all of his time at work, and when he wasn't at work, he was at some pub, drinking away his sorrows. He began to have a drinking problem. I could see that mom was so worried about him. She spent more and more time out of the house too. She always seemed to be out with friends, trying to distract herself from the pain of almost loosing her husband to drink. My once joyful and caring parents were now hardly ever around, leaving me in the hands of my brother, Ashton. He was only 16 at the time. I was 13. Ashton collected me from school, made me dinner, and acted as my guardian every night for nearly 3 years. As my dad's drinking got worse and worse, he left. Just left. He wrote a note to mom saying how sorry he was, and that he knows that drinking was the worst decision he'd ever made. He wrote that he would miss us, and that he really wanted to stay, but couldn't. He was scared that his drinking would get so uncontrollable that he would harm us. He said he was doing it for our own good.

Dad's absence only made mom spiral into deep depression. By now, she hardly ever left the house. She would barely talk to Ashton and I, let alone leave her bedroom. She seemed to be getting worse and worse as the days went by. We tried to comfort her but none of it was working. She was falling apart.

A few months after dad left, we got a call from my aunt Katie. She told us that it was no longer beneficial for us to live with mom, and that she needed some time alone to get over dad leaving. Aunt Katie said that we were to live with her and my uncle Brian for a few years. The hardest part was, my aunt and uncle lived in London. 5,437 miles away.

Ashton and I had to leave everything we knew. Our friends, our school, our neighbourhood. Everything. We packed our bags and moved to London, England. I still remember the plane ride to London. My hands were shaking almost the whole way there. I was choking back tears. Ashton was trying to hold it together, for my sake, but I caught a glimpse of him glancing out of the plane window, a tear rolling down his cheek.

We had only met our aunt and uncle once or twice before we'd moved. They were almost complete strangers to us. Landing in a foreign country and being wrapped up in arms that belonged to people we hardly knew felt like the most bizarre thing in the world to us.

After being in London for a couple months, we got to know the area, and we really bonded with our aunt and uncle. They are the kindest people, openly welcoming two unwanted teenagers into their home. Aunt Katie felt like a mother to me, and uncle Brian, a father. It felt like we had formed a happy family together. But the thought of my helpless mom being alone in the cruel world was always stuck in the back of my mind. Let alone the worries about my drunk father who I hadn't seen in almost a year.

Ashton and I started school that September. That's where I met Ava. Ava Jenkins. Ava and I were lab partners, and we bonded immediately, though we are complete opposites. She's 5"4, curvy and she seems to be bubbly and exited 24/7. Blonde hair, blue eyes, the exact description of beautiful.

Then there's me. Millie Colt, 5"9, long brown hair that reaches to the middle of my back. Freckles splattered across my face, green eyes, long legs. And shy. Very, very shy.

The first few months of school I hardly talked to anyone but Ava. She was the only one I felt comfortable with. I was scared that if I talked to too many people, the things about my past that I tried so hard to push away would come right up to the surface, exposed for everyone to see.

But here I am now. End of year 12. I'm pretty popular, mainly because I was best friends with Ava. I have some other close friends, Ella and Stacey. Life's pretty good, especially now that it's Summer.

I snap back to reality as I walk up the stone steps into my house, and chuck my bag onto the nearest chair and yell up to my aunt and uncle, "I'm home, Ava's coming over in a sec!" As I walk to the kitchen I hear mumbled greetings from my family. I grab a cold glass of water and pour it down my throat, quenching my thirst, as I hear the door ring.

I skip over to it and yank the door open, revealing a thrilled Ava with a huge pink duffel bag in one hand, two movie DVDs in the other, and a coat thrown over her left shoulder.

"So," Ava grins, "Mean Girls or Clueless?"

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So here's part 1 to a new story I'm gonna write! Sorry it was kind of long, I wanted to set up the storyline a bit before I introduce the boys, so it has a better plot. It's set back when Zayn was still in the band, so sorry if that confused anyone :(

Anyway, this is my first time writing on Wattpad, and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Like & comment and stuff, thanks for reading xx

- Ellie