Sitting under the massive tree Niall hang against Liam with his eyes closed. “Why did you bring me to this place..?” He asked softly, opening his eyes to face his boyfriend. It was a view days after Liam got him away from the ‘orphange’. A view days since he told Liam he didn’t hate him and wanted to raise the chil together.
“Because this place makes you forget about everything bad.” “Tell me more about it..” Niall whispered softly closing his eyes. “It’s an old oak people used to come for to pray for the ones they’ve lost. They didn’t specially have to be dead actually. The oak is so old they believed God kept it alive which meant that God would be there and their prayers would be heard.” Liam explained.
“Let’s come here when we lose eachother..” Niall said softly. Liam smiled weakly and pressed a kiss on his forehead. “Promise.”
“Daddy Niall?” Niall’s eyes opened as he saw the blonde girl between the trees close to them. He smiled weakly. Happiness ran through his whole body at the sight of the beautiful girl with he brown hair and blue eyes, holding her stuffed animal close to her as she looked at her parents, but the feeling fast got taken away.
“You killed me.”
Were the words she spoke out. His jaw clenched.
“You killed her.”
He turned to Liam who looked at him with such a dark expression. “I didn’t! I got pushed off the stairs! Liam you know that!” Panic ran through his body when eventually his child walked up to him as both she and Liam kept repeating that he killed her.
Niall screamed, opened his eyes as someone’s hands where on his shoulder holding him onto the bed. He was crying and sweating as he looked into his managers eyes. The pressure on his chest had return and almost made him unable to breathe.
“Jesus Niall..” Paul said softly as he looked at Niall concerned. “You okay?” Niall nodded and tried to catch his breathe. He felt absolutely horrible right now. “Maybe you should get ready for the day. You had to stand up anyways.” He nodded slowly as he watched Paul walk out.
One Year and 11 months. One year and 11 months ago she died. He lost Liam.
So much had changed and he couldn’t believe it, get his mind to it at all. He hadn’t heard of Liam anymore. After he got out of the hospital Niall had decided to try and not get depressed again as hard as it was. He searched for distraction as much as he could and finished high school at another school because he didn’t want to see Liam anymore.
Eventhough it was only a view months he had made a couple of friends and since he had alot to finish back then (the things he hadn’t made because of his pregnancy back then) he had enough work to distract himself.
Once he wasn’t working on homework he’d make Music. He wrote songs, recorded them. He had a job which payed well and he worked whenever he could. It didn’t take long before he was able to buy a good camera because he wanted to make memories. They were precious.
There had been no time to think about anything back and he would be too exhausted to think. It had been after highschool when he absolutely had no idea which college he wanted to go to and ended up joining the x-factor as a solo-artist. He managed to come out as a winner and here he was now, worldfamous.
He was no longer the silly boy from Ireland. The one who let people walk over himself. The shy one. The one that needed someone to look out for him.
Well, maybe he was, but he prefered to believe he wasn’t.
He sighed and slowly got up from the bed. He had never understood what the use was of the luxury in the hotels they stayed for mostly just a night, because they didn’t have time to make actual use of it after all.
Niall dressed into a lose low cream chinos and a nice t-shirt as he took on a jacket and his white sneakers. He grabbed his Phone and went on twitter.
“Goodmorning! Another day in LA. Off to an interview now, it’s early ha? How are you all doing?!”
He absolutely loved his fans and his job. He was so busy he barely had time to put his mind on other things, but as much as it sounded positive there was another side of it as well.
At a certain moment he started to have these horribe nightmares, which started with a memory that really had happend and then turned out into something horrible. Ofcourse he didn’t like the dreams, but he tried to block he feelings off as soon as he woke up.
He tried to convince himself that he left the past behind. He’d go to the old oak at the day his girl passed away to bring flowers and that was it, but aside from that he was all over it eventhough the nightmares proved him wrong. Last year he had been there and somehow, there had been two small pink shoes as he wondered if Liam had brought them, but he didn’t think so.
Liam didn’t care. He never did.
He bit his lip softly and closed his suitcase. He didn’t have to actually pack it since he only opened it in order to get his pj out and fresh clothes to wear. He got to Paul in the other room and then the lobby. It was 7 am, yet there were screaming fans outside.
Bodyguards got around him as they got outside. Niall smiled weakly. They finally reached the car and Niall had to admit he felt kinda relieved once he was in. He was claustrophobic after all. He watched the fans from the behind the window as he drove off.
It was two hours drive to he place where he’d have an interview and Niall managed to sleep a bit without nightmares. If you asked him he’d prefer being in a band if he had to be honest. Yes, he had people around him, but Paul was older, same went for the body guards. They had different interests and such.
“Didn’t you want to go back around to Wolverhampton on December 17th?” Paul asked, turning in his seat. Niall nodded slowly. Paul knew the whole story and Niall was glad he accepted him. Lately Niall had been feeling pain in his chest. If it really got too much, Paul would just call off the things that were planned for that day no matter how important it was.
He even wanted Niall to see a doctor, but Niall refused. He hated hospitals and well, he had his reasons right? They arrived at the building as his bodyguards got out first.
17 more days till the 17th of december.
Perhaps he would find out who put the shoes there.
Well, that's what I call a story twist (; Hope you guys still love it. I guess we're slowly working to an ending really. I'm planning to start a new Niam Fanfiction though. If you guys have any requests of ideas, feel free to send it to me in a personal message and we can discuss it (;
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