Forgotten Memories (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9

This mini road trip that Niall decided to take me on has lasted for a day and a half. He understood that I needed to get away and that's what he planned on helping me do. Both of us turned our cell phones off when everyone started to text us when we didn't come back home. I'm sure everyone is beyond pissed off and worried, but I just don't care.

The windows are rolled all the way down on the Range Rover and I just couldn't help myself, but move my arm through the wind like I used to do when I was a kid. Neither of us know where we are go and I'm okay with that. I trust Niall completely.

I truly believe that I was wrong before when I said that Niall wasn't the one for me. I was in tears before and as soon as I was with Niall, I felt loads better.

Niall picks up my hand from my lap and intertwines his finger through mine. I know I should be used to us holding hands by now, but I still get butterflies in my stomach. Is this how I felt before the accident?

Neither of us say a word while we travel down the long country road to our unknown destination. The radio is softly playing an Ed Sheeran cd which is weird to think I once met him, but I don't remember it. Niall places our hands on his leg, smiling at me.

"Do you think we could go somewhere to get new clothes?" I pull my arm back in from the window and rub my fingers over my shirt. "We've been in these for almost two days."

"I'll find us a place to shop." Niall smiles at me. "Preferably somewhere that is not a popular place to shop."

"Like a thrift shop." I suggest, earning a chuckle from Niall. "What?"

"Thrift Shop is a song." Niall explains, stopping at a stop sign.

"By who?"

"Macklemore."

"Who's that?" I tilt my head to the side, not remembering the singer. They must have become popular after my accident.

"Alright. Grab my phone from the cup holders and hook it up to that audio cord." Niall releases my hand much to my dismay. I follow his orders, hooking his iPhone to the radio. "Go to my music and find Macklemore."

I hold back my laughter when I see every One Direction song on his phone. I find the song he is talking about and click on it. Niall slides on a pair of black Ray Bans while nodding his head to the beat. The music starts and the only thing he is saying is 'what'.

"I'm gonna pop some tags only got twenty dollars in my pocket. I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come-up. This is freaking awesome." Niall songs alongs to the words. He shoots a grin in my direction.

Niall raps to the song and I can't help, but smile and laugh at him. He gets really into the song, his hands moving around. I cover my mouth, laughing hysterically at the boy sitting next to me.

"What's your rap name?" I giggle when the song ends.

"Undecided."

"Sounds lame." I joke with him. "I don't think it will catch on."

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I step out of my dressing room, admiring my new outfit. We found a thrift shop where only old people seem to shop. Niall made sure that no one that would recognise us would be in here. I stayed in my skinny jeans instead of finding a new pair. I found a shirt with a picture of an American tv show cartoon on it.

Niall steps out of the dressing room next to me, wearing a new pair of jeans and a blue long sleeved shirt that brings his blue eyes out.

A grin makes it's way across my face when he looks up at me. "You should wear blue more often." I poke his chest, playfully.