red jeans // n.h. (slow updates/temp hiatus)

Red Jeans {Niall Horan}

Prologue

A petite and slender woman walked through the corridors of the now empty house she lived in with her husband amd three children. Her husband was currently taking a day off from work at the golf course with his former colleagues while her children were in their respective schools. She finally found the door she had been looking for and she took a deep breath before slowly opening the door with a loud creak. Former pianist Ruella Evans (though she had married and took on her husband's family name, she was mostly adressed by her former colleagues by her maiden name) trudged up the stairs that led to the attic quietly.

Once she reached the top, Ruella placed her dark brown hair in a neat and tight bun to keep it away from her tan face. She carefully walked around the small room, trying her hardest not to step on anything. Ruella successfully reached the other end of the room where her and her husband's things from their teenage years were tucked away in.

To Ruella's far left, she saw her husband's old clothes from his first profession stored away in numerous boxes. She vaguely remembered arguing with him to either throw those away or give it to people who need it more but her husband would always insist that it was, and she quotes, "part of his past and profession that he just couldn't let go" but Ruella knew that he just loved coming back up here to look at the clothes he wore when he first met her, on their first date, when he proposed and other outfits that held an important memory of the two of them.

Ruella steered herself towards the right side of the room where her old things were scattered about. Boxes upon boxes of dresses, shirts, pants, shorts, bags and shoes crammed into the small corner where they will probabbly never see sunlight again. A smaller periwinkle (her favourite colour) box that could barely fit three sandals layed on top of all the other boxes; the same box she'd been looking for for the past thirteen or so years already. With a satisfied grin, she grabbed it off the pile of boxes, opened the attic window and sat on the wide ledge with the small box in her lap.

Inside she found the only teddy bear she's ever owned and a pair of red heart-shapped glasses that has a small barely noticeable crack in one of the glasses. Ruella slowly reached for the teddy bear, hugging it close to her chest as she took a not-so-short trip on memory lane. Slipping the glasses on, she closed her eyes and then, as if by magic, she's taken to her first  memory of him.

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Short but hey, its the prologue? Chappie 1 is way way way way longer :3 This Chapter is dedicated to @recklessdream for helping me with some of the story plot and inspiring me on the character list :') Chapter 1 somewhere this week and thats a promise♥  Vote, comment, fan♥

So this story is rated PG bc language and some smut mentions and awkward situations.

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