My Saving Grace (Niall Horan FanFic)

Where It All Started

Four years ago, the worst thing happened to me……but then two years later, something happened that changed my life forever.

My name is Harmony and

This is My Story (Chapter 1)

          It was a normal day, a day like any other, the sky cloudless and a beautiful blue, a light breeze blowing and the sun shining bright. I was at school just talking to some of my friends when my phone starts to ring. After about two rings I pick it up; it was my mom. The problem was she never called me at school unless something terrible was happening.

          “Hello?” “Hey Sweetie, please don’t freak out but something happened just now. I am coming to pick you up. Everything is going to be okay. I will explain when I get there. Crap……..I’ve to go. I’ll see you in about 5 minutes…...bye”

          And just like that she was gone….well at least off the phone, and I was left wondering what was so bad that she had to come get me. What if the house burned down again, or what if her mom passed away. This wasn’t going to be good, whatever it is.

          “What’s wrong Harmony? Is everything okay? Did something happen,” I was bombarded with questions as soon as I take my phone from my ear. “I am not sure yet. That was my mom and she said that something happened but I have no idea what yet.” A look of complete shock and sympathy illuminate my friends’ faces immediately. How could things go from great to disastrous in a matter of seconds? And the worst part was I didn’t even know what happened yet.

          Caught up in my thoughts, I missed the fact that my mother had joined us and was waiting for me to come back to Earth. Jacklyn grabbed my arm and shakes me violently. “What was that fo..….oh, Hey Mom.” “Are you ready to go? There isn’t much time, according to the doctor. We have to go now.” Wait, doctor? Who is in the hospital?” I hope it isn’t dad………what if it is? “Who is in the hospital?” I repeat, seeing as how Mom had yet to answer. “I will explain on the way there. We just need to leave now.”

          We ran to the car, and I barely got my seatbelt on before we were pulling out of the parking lot. “Okay, now tell me what is going on.” The look on her face proved to me that this wasn’t going to be pretty. “Your father was on his way home from work when a drunk driver t-boned him. He is severely injured and they aren’t sure that his is going to make it. That is why I picked you up, so you can see him one last time if he doesn’t.” Tears began filling my eyes as I fought to keep from just screaming.

          Why me? Why does this have to happen to me? No, forget me, why did this have to happen to my dad? My dad is the happiest, nicest, and all around best person I know. What could he have done to deserve this? I sure hope something happens to the driver that hit him. I swear that if that man isn’t either in jail, he would be dead when I got done with him. Ha, and people wonder why I am unsocial…..

          We get to the hospital and take the 4 flights of stairs to my dad’s room. I don’t even make it to the door before I lose it and start crying. As I am walking into the room I see him lying there, lifeless. When I saw all the wires, IVs, and monitors everywhere, I cried harder. He shouldn’t be there. No one should have to go through this, but especially not him. Again, why did this happen???

          I couldn’t take it any longer I had to get out of there. So I went to the vending machines and got a bag of chips. It was quiet there, so I decided to stay for a while. Now that I had time to think, it sounded like a good idea.

          One good thing about this whole thing is now I will never take another sip of alcohol let alone drink multiple bottles of beer ever again in my entire life. And now that I think about it, why are some people dumb enough to drink and drive? They could just call someone to come get them, or hail a cab; that never hurt anyone.

          I guess I was just bitter because I had the thought of losing my father stuck in my head. On the bright side, my day couldn’t have gotten any worse……or so I thought.

          A couple hours after arriving at the hospital my father left the Earth behind. I was sad, but the real problem was that I was angry at the idiot who decided to drive drunk and took my father’s life away. It not only took him away from me and my mom but also changed my life forever. 

          Some people lose a family member, mourn for a couple months, and then get over it. Well I am not like most people; I am not outgoing and friendly. The only friends I have are the three girls from school, but even they don’t honestly care about me, they just want attention. My mom has moved on so I can’t go to her without her telling me that I am just looking for an excuse to not talk to anyone. So basically, I am alone on this journey called life, which is why I decided that physical pain helps the emotional and mental pain go away for the about an hour or two.

          The feeling when the blood rushes down my arms or thighs, it helps “wash” away the pain I feel. (Let me saying something though, I am not a sick and twisted person who enjoys pain; I just don’t like emotional pain because I feel weak and vulnerable.) Some people cope with pain differently: Some people eat ice cream and watch chick flicks all day while I am in the bathroom crying and creating stripes on my skin.

          I never wanted to turn out like this, it just kind of happened. I didn’t chose to have my father die and everyone around me look at me differently now. Nor did I ask to look upon a knife blade or a razor for relief, but I can’t change it; I am not going to even try to.

          Maybe I am just a fool who doesn’t see that there are people who have it worse and that there are other things to do with my pain than cutting. Ha, my mother tried making me go to counseling…..that didn’t work out too well. I honestly thing that just made everything worse, considering I contemplated killing my shrink…..

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          One day I was listening to the radio and a new song came on. It was pretty catchy. It was more of teeny bopper pop song, but it wasn’t too bad. When they announced who it was by, it was a by a band called One Direction. Apparently they were a newer band but weren’t American. They were actually a British band. I liked them well enough to look them up. (Oops, did I just say I liked them??)

          I looked up a couple of their songs on YouTube. They weren’t as terrible as I thought they were going to be, although most of them were talking about love or partying. Little did I know, their first album had yet to be released.

          The day the album Up All Night came out; I was in line ready to buy it. I have to admit, since the day I heard them on the radio I had learned a ton of things about the band and the boys that made up the band. They were teenage boys from England, (well one is from Ireland but that is irrelevant right now) who individually auditioned for the X-Factor. They did not make it through as soloist, but they were put together into a group. What they didn’t know was that they were going to make it almost all the way and get third place. Although they didn’t make it, they stayed together as a band. They recorded their first album and were currently opening up for Big Time Rush on tour. 

          Now that you know all that fundamental information, I can explain to you what their music did for me. I listened to their song What Makes You Beautiful almost 24/7. It made feel like someone else in the world actually cared about me; someone felt the need to tell me that I am beautiful. Their music speaks to me like no one ever could, not even my Dad. Maybe I am the only one, or maybe there are others out there with the same problem. Who knows?

          Don’t get me wrong, I don’t need anyone to feel sorry for me. I am doing fine on my own but it would be nice to know that someone else is going through the same thing as me. More like reassurance that I am not alone even if I don’t know that person. Or maybe just talking to someone who knows how I feel could help me through all of this.

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A/N: This is just a story idea right now. I will continue to post it if you guys like it. just let me know by voting and commenting:)

-KayCee