Hey, I Know You (One Direction)

Chapter 8

Caelie's P.O.V.

    "Uh.. how should I start this off.." I thought out loud.

    "Maybe you could  tell me about your mother first?" Niall suggested. 

     I sighed and started, "My dad told me that my mum died when I was just a couple of months old. He said that while she was driving home one day, a truck ran a red light while she was crossing its path, and they.. collided."

     "Her small Toyota was crushed by the giant truck, and my dad said that witnesses told him that the injuries were severe, and it wasn't likely that she would live."

   Niall nodded with a concentrated face on, signalling for me to go on. I took a deep breath. 

      "My dad told me that they tried getting her to a hospital about a mile away from where the crash happened, but that while they were in the ambulance, she.. s-she..." I sniffled a bit.

     "She died," I stated as firmly as I could. "And I've never seen anything of her ever again- no pictures, no letters, nothing to remind me that I even had a mum. Nothing except that story that my dad told me."

     Niall looked at me like I was a fragile little girl (which I kind of am at the moment), and opened his arms out for a hug. I gratefully hugged him tight and buried my head into his shoulder. I wasn't crying, though. My mum wouldn't want me to cry. She would want me to continue on with my life, I just know it. Even though I'd never met her. 

     "Why don't you cry? Crying might make you feel better," Niall gently whispered into my ear. 

     "I can't do anything about it, my mum's death was in the past, all I can do is try and be positive about it," I whispered back to him. I doubt that I could ever be positive about my mother's death, but I want her to be proud of me, wherever she is. I want her to think that I'm strong.

      "So, what about your diary?" Niall carefully asked me.

     "Huh?" I lifted my head up from his shoulder and looked at him. 

     I saw a flash of the boy in my dreams when I looked up at his eyes, so I directed my eyes' attention to his nose. 

     "Your diary. You know, the notebook." He restated.

    Oh. "Well, I just...write everything I can remember about my mum, which isn't much, and try to piece everything together. Actually, the only thing I remember about her was her angelic voice. I try to remember her voice every once in a while, because I'll never hear it again," I told him, which sounded pretty sad, now that I think of it.

     He gave me a small smile and said, "If it makes you feel better, my mum has an angelic voice. Maybe when I go back to Mullingar, I can go to her and record it for you or something."

      "I remember visiting Mullingar when I was little. That was one of the best days of my childhood," I smiled, remembering Dad's vacation for us two. 

       "Ha, wouldn't it be cool if we had actually met when you visited? Maybe that's why we both look familiar to each other," Niall wondered.

     "That is actually a pretty reasonable answer," I said to him, nodding my head.

     "I do come up with good answers," Niall grinned at me.

     I rolled my eyes at him. "Let me just wash my face up. Or do something to make my eyes normal again."

     He nodded and said, "Okay."

     I smiled without showing any teeth and walked over to my bathroom. When I closed the door, I turned around to the mirror. My eyes widened a little bit when I noticed how red they were. I quickly washed my face to rid it of any sign that I was crying. After I had washed it a couple of times, my eyes were bloodshot-free. I wiped my face with a towel and walked outside to my room. I saw Niall sitting on my queen-sized bed on his phone. He looked up when he saw me in the doorway.