Unwanted (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 10

Niall's P.O.V.




"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." We said at the same time. From the dimly lit hallway I could see that she couldn't be older than 13. She had beautiful blue-green eyes but no hair. Cancer. My heart melted almost instantly.




"I'm Kambree." She said, holding out her hand for me to shake.




"Niall." I said shaking her hand. She studied my face for a minute, probably trying to figure out where she knew me from.




"Wait... Like.... Niall Horan.... From One Direction?" She asked when it had finally registered.




"Yup. That's me." I laughed grimly, trying my best to keep a smile on my face.




"Umm. I don't mean to be rude, but.... Um... Why are you here, exactly? I mean shouldn't you be off doing concerts or something?" She said.




"Yeah. Well I broke my knee and well I needed an operation, so we were given a break but we go back on tour next week." I answered, a fake smile still plastered on my face. When I thought of the tour, I thought of the lads, I thought of their pleads for forgiveness. It made me sad to think they betrayed me, but begging won't win me over. What they did to me hurt, and it still does.




"Oh." She responded. My smile must have faltered, because soon enough she was questioning me again. "You seem down. I know it always helps to talk to someone. Follow me." She said. But before I could answer she was already behind the wheelchair pushing me down the corridor.




She brought me into a room with a large window. The view looked out over the London skyline and I have to say the view took my breath away. "Nice right." She said, "sometime I just come here and forget the world. Forget the.... Cancer."




"Yeah." I breathed.




"Now Niall, tell me what's wrong?"




"Nothing." I mumbled but she wasn't buying it.




"Niall-"




"Nothing" I mumbled again.




"Niall, I know something's up. What is it?" She asked. I looked up into her eyes. They were so young, so beautiful. Yet they had such depth to them. Like she was an old soul.




"Fine." I gave in. I told her the whole story starting from that first horrific concert. I must have started crying because she kept handing me tissue as she nodded, absorbing my words intently. After I was done, we sat quietly for a few minutes, the tears still rolling down my face.




"Well. You know what I've learned." She began, "sometimes you just need to forgive and forget. I know it's hard, and it might take a while, but you never really know how much time you have left." It was silent. I let her words sink in. She was so wise for such a young girl. "Goodnight, Niall." She finally said.




"Wait, Kambree." I called as she was walking out the door. "Put your number in. I like talking to you." I smiled at her. (A/N no, Kambree is not a love interest for Niall in anyway. That would be creepy. She's thirteen like ew. No. She's seven years younger than him.) she grinned as she typed away on the keyboard.