Watched (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: Goodbye Australia

Naomi's POV

“Naomi! Get up, it’s time for school” Mum yelled from the bottom of the staircase. I groaned smashing the pillow into my head and closing my eyes again. It had been a long night of no sleep and little comfort was found in this house. Today was the one month anniversary of my sister’s death, and ever since I had found out she was murdered I hadn’t felt truly safe anymore. At 18 i should be worrying about boys, school and my friends not that my sister had been murdered....

I felt alone and different compared to the rest of my family. They seemed to get on with life a hell of a lot better than I could. But maybe that was just because I actually realised the big hole she had left in this family. My parents were hardly home anyway, as they were work crazy maniacs who spent their time on their phones. My older sister had been the only one in this family who actually gave two shits about what was going on in my life. This is the reason why I had called Uncle Paul, the only relative I had ever met before, and asked him whether I could move in with him. Of course he said yes, so long as I got on the plane today. For some reason he needed me there pretty quick. I rolled out of bed and peered over at the suitcase that sat at the end of my bed. I would have to pack the second one this morning after my parents left but otherwise I was pretty set to live with my Uncle.

“Naomi!” Mum screamed from the bottom of the stairs “Get down her now!”

“Yes Mother” I yawned shuffling my feet down the hallway to the top of the stairs, where I found my mother staring at me. Thank god this was the last time I’d live under this roof, and have to deal with this shit.

“Don’t you dare give me ‘Yes Mother’. I always thought your sister was much better than you. And which child gets murdered? Her! Anyway I want you to clean the dishes, put on the towels in the washing machine and sweep the kitchen out before you leave for school today! Do you understand me Naomi” She put her hands on her heaps and huffed.

“Why not! Not that I have my own life!” I muttered

“Good, I expect it done then. Goodbye Naomi” My mother waved at me before slamming the door.

I sighed, stomping down the stairs and into the kitchen. Pulling out the Uncle Toby’s Oats, from the back of the pantry and called up the school.

“Yeah hello, this is Mary Fitzaberg. I’m calling in to say that my daughter Naomi Fitzaberg will not be coming to school today as she has a terrible chest infection” I said in my best version of my mother’s voice.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Mrs Fitzaberg! Hope Naomi gets better soon.”

“So do I…” With that I hung up and ate my oats. I had a hell of a lot of planning and packing to do before I called that cab to take me to the airport. My phone buzzed on the table, indicating that I had just received a message.

Uncle Paul:

Dear Naomi,

Can’t wait to see you again tomorrow morning I have a few surprises to show you. I hope you don’t kill me for it! Hope your trip is a safe one!

Uncle Paul xx

I smiled, it was probably one of the nicest things I had heard for months. It made me want to get there even more. I quickly finished breakfast, cleaned the dishes, put the towels in the washing machine and swept the floor before sprinting up the stairs and into my bedroom to pack the few remaining things that could not be forgotten. Including a picture of me and my sister at the Circus when it had come to town, and a teddy bear my mother had given me when I was a toddler.

When I had finished I looked back at my bags. I had packed two full suitcases, a sportsgirl bag and my hand bag, deciding that I probably hadn’t forgotten anything since my room was cleared out. I had even managed to pack all my One Direction posters and all books into one of the bags. Sad thing is, that I had already sent three boxes over last week and my mother or father hadn’t worked out then that something was going on.

Walking out the front door for the last time felt like the best thing I had done for myself in months. I sighed in relief as I locked the door and hopped into the Taxi. The drive to the airport was about an hour long of pure silence, allowing me time to clear my mind of all the drama my mother had set on me from the day I was born.

I arrived at the airport and checked all my bags in walking up to the newsagents, looking for some reading material. When I saw the headlines of one of the newspapers ‘Girl Murdered or did she just commit suicide?’ and on the front of the page was a picture of my sister on her formal night. Anger burning up inside of me I caught sight of a One Direction Magazine and Krispy Kreme across the other side of the terminal. Collecting both of them I went and sat in the corner of my boarding place.

An hour must of gone past because suddenly my plane had been called to board. All business class passengers on first, picking up my bag I went a stood in the line. As soon as I passed through into the plane I was basically not in Australia anymore. No I was definitely moving now, moving to England.

“Excuse me Miss.” The hot muscly flight attendant told me.

“Oh sorry” I replied handing my ticket over. He scanned it and I went through and onto the plane “Goodbye Australia” I muttered.