Spring Breakers! (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 67 Day Two

Today was Louis and Harry's day.

Harry made us pancakes and waffles. He was the 'chef' for the weekend so when we didn't go out for a meal, he would cook for us.

He said it was fine though.

He told us that he wanted to be a personal chef when he was younger.

I was the only one listening and he thanked me for that.

"So what are we doing today?" I asked hopeful that I wasn't going to regret coming here for my birthday.

"MOVIE DAY!" Louis screamed. "We bought all junky food last night after you and Niall went to go make babies and Harry and I picked out the best movies we have!" Lou said like it was no big deal.

"Finally! A day were I can just stay in and relax. I need this. Now, Chef Styles. Give me my waffles!" I demanded with my fork in one hand and knife in the other.

He put a plate with two humungous waffles in front of me and I began to eat them. They were actually really good!

"Thank you!" I said with a mouthful.

"No problem." he laughed at my child-like behavior.

"Zayn can I take to you for a minute?" Niall asked.

"Um, sure. Why would you-Oh! Yea!" Niall gave him a look and he remembered right away.

They both went into another room and I was left with Louis, Liam, and Chef Harry.

Harry was passing out waffles from left to right! They were amazing and as much as I wanted another, I was full!

Zayn and Niall came back after about ten minutes in the other room talking with each other. I am only more intrigued about what they were talking about when the boys start nodding their heads after Zayn gave a signal with his hands.

So it looks like I'm the odd one out!

"What did ya guys talk about?" I tried to find something out.

"Just about tomorrow. I want to make sure everything is perfect for you."

"Well please don't go through to much trouble. Perfect is overrated."

He stood behind my stool and wrapped his arms around my neck loosely as I grabbed his hands and tangled out fingers together.

My phone started vibrating but I just left it in my pocket.

Whatever's there will be there later. I don't need to look at it now.

It started vibrating again and again until I got very annoyed.

"Excuse me." I excused my self and walked outside.

Apparently it started raining so I stayed on the porch they had and sat in the chair they had in the corner that hung from the ceiling.

"Hello?"

"Christi. Come home now!" PJ pleaded.

"What? Why? What happened?"

He explained to me everything that has happened and I couldn't even speak after he was done.

I hung up the phone and put my head in my hands.

I fought back the tears but I knew they were going to come at some point.

I heard the door open and close as someone came over quickly and wrapped their arms around me.

"Christi what's wrong?" Niall asked.

"My, my....my dad, he....he died over night."

I wanted to just break down crying right there but nothing came out of my eyes.

"Oh my god. Let's go. Come on, we're taking the next flight back."

"Niall?" He turned around and looked into my eyes. "Why?" A single tear flowed down my cheek and he wiped it away.

"I don't know babe. But we're going to go find out. I'll pack some things in a suitcase while you just get in the car. I'll tell the boys we have to reschedule." he ran inside to get everything ready.

I didn't even have the power in me to get up.

My dad and I had this amazing bond that I have never had with anyone in my life ever before. He was the first man I ever loved. A girls father is always the first man they love. I don't know how people with no parents must feel like. I can only imagine what my mom must feel. She has lost the love of her life! Her soul mate! The only thing I can do to put myself in her shoes is to imagine if I lost Niall, and we've only been together for just over a year. They've been married for 26 years! Not even counting when they knew each other before and were only dating! I can't even put into words what I'm feeling right now. I never got to say goodbye to him. The last time I talked to him was to say goodbye when he went to chemo, I didn't mean for it to be my last goodbye! I want him by my side right now. We would laugh and joke around. We would create people's background stories as they walked by. He was my rock. I love my mom, PJ, and Sarah, but we were never as close as my dad, Megan, and I.

Niall came back out and realized I haven't moved from my spot. He quickly picks me up and moves me to the front seat of a car that I guessed was his.

We got to the airport and we went inside to see what the first time would be. They had two seats in coach for a flight that was boarding in ten minutes. I tried nodding my head when Niall asked if he should get them but I couldn't. He just took my silence as a yes and paid the lady.

We zoomed through customs even though I could barely walk.

We just made it onto the plane before the doors closed.

We took our seats next to a middle aged lady but I didn't even pay attention to her. I looked out the window and blocked out everything around me. Even Niall. He gave up trying to get my attention after several tries. I just want to get home.

I really felt bad for Niall as I was isolating him from my life.

Without saying a word I took his arm and wrapped it around myself as I buried my face in his chest. I heard his chest vibrate, probably talking to the lady next to him. He tightens his grip around me and I just stare off into space. Nothing going on through my head. Blocking out everything around me. It's almost as if I'm a doll with no life inside of me.

Actually, that is exactly how I feel.

No life whatsoever inside of my heart and soul.

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The plane ride seems to go on forever as it seems like the Atlantic Ocean was getting bigger as we were trying to get closer.

We finally landed and Niall had to help me get myself up and out of the plane.

Some girls recognized us but Niall told-begged- them to not say anything until they say something about being in Connecticut.

I think they respected our boundaries because no one else came up to us after that.

Niall hailed a taxi and helped me get in and out when we arrived to my house.

My mother came sprinting out to try and help us. Mostly help me though.

"It's like her soul was taken away by the devil." PJ said looking into my lifeless eyes.

I was like Mona in Pretty Little Liars when she entered Radley. Lifeless. Only looked in front of her and didn't move. I did take a nap but when I woke up I went right back to the same state of mind.

The house was empty. No one was here. I think they all went out and started to plan the funeral for my dad. Niall went along for my sake.

I got up and went down stairs to the basement.

I walked over to the keyboard and on the sheet music was my dad's favorite song. He sung it to me when I was a baby and they wanted me to go to bed. He would place me on his shoulder and the vibration of his soft voice put me to sleep right away. I was so peaceful back then.

My hands started to run over the keyboard and my voice was barely audible.