Fate Has Different Plans

Chapter 4-The Shock, The Pain, The Unbelievable

Now on to Chapter 4! :D 

So excited! this story It's going to be mostly from Niall's point of view woo hoo! Its going to be kinda hard though, because most people see Niall as the always giggling, blonde, Irish boy. But here, Niall will adopt some serious moments, per the situation I left you with last chapter.  

I just hope everyone likes my version of Nialler.. Nervous!  

Anyway, enjoy! :) 

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Crunch. Snap. Pop. Screaming.

That's what my brain was able to process as I saw the truck collide with my door, shatter the glass, and slam straight into my skull.

....Then everything went black.....

Niall (POV)

"Boys settle down please!" Liam yelled over the chaotic storm that was Harry and Louis.

I groaned inwardly, cranking the volume up as loud as it could go on my IPod. I wasn't in too great of a mood. It was a long plane ride next to a girl I knew I would never see again. Ugh...

"Hey Nialler, you okay?" Zayn asked. Or, at least I think he asked me that.

I pointed to my headphones, and I guess he got the message. I never cranked my music unless I was in a bad mood. Liam had been a good sport, and left me alone. Guess no one wanted to join me in my sullen mood.

"Louis and Harry, please calm down!" Liam yelled again at the two teens who were currently wrestling in the limo floor. Typical them. I usually would have been laughing my butt off, but now, I wanted to knock their heads together.

"Calm down laddie." Harry told Liam as he pinned Louis to the floor.

"Yeah Liam, don't be such a party pooper." Louis chimed in, his face stuffed against the floor thanks to Harry's hands.

I yanked my headphones out of my ears and glared at the two boys on the floor.

"If you two don't stop being such children, and calm down, I will personally whoop some arse up in this limo." I said, my Irish accent thick due to my anger.

All four boys looked at me worriedly. I never remotely cursed. Unless I meant buisness. Grumbling, I pulled my headphones up from the ground, stuffed them in my ears, cranked the volume up all the way, and sank back into the plush seat, seething.

No One's (POV)

"Guys, what's up with Nialler?" Zayn asked, glancing over at his mate. Him and Niall were closer then most people realized. Just picture Harry and Louis' relationship, minus the bromance affection, and you have what most fans call, Ziall.

"Dun no. Maybe it has to do with that girl?" Liam ventured to say.

"Seems the only logical thing. Poor Nialler hasn't had a boo thang for awhile now." Louis said. This received a lot of chuckles from the boys, except Niall, who continued to stare out the window.

"We must get them together. Did you see the way he looked at her?" Harry said as he imitated Niall's expression, staring dreamingly at Louis. The boys commented that it was pretty close and chuckled as Louis fake kissed Harry on the cheek. Niall continued to stare outside the window.

Zayn glanced over at him again and saw a light blush sprayed across his cheeks. "Maybe he isn't tuning us out...' Zayn thought, perplexed by his best mate.

Zayn glanced out the right side of the limo and grunted unapprovingly at the sight of a major traffic jam.

He leaned forward, flipped a switch, and waited as the window seperating them from the driver rolled down.