Spring Breakers! (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 68 Work in Progress

Every single day since, when everyone left the house for some reason, I went downstairs and played that song. Always feeling my father's presence with me the whole time.

"Christi, you need to eat." Niall tried putting a bowl of cereal in front of me.

I've eaten when they left but still, it wasn't much. I must have lost about five pounds at least.

I just turned on my bed and went to sleep. Niall gave up. But I woke up from my nap from him talking on his phone to someone.

"Mum, I'm really scared. She's not eating, or talking, she's just laying there like she died and not her dad!....Yes, I know I don't know how she feels but I still care for her! I just don't want to loose her out of all of this as well." his voice cracked at the end. I know him well enough that this meant he was tearing up. "I just don't know what to do." he whispered to his mother. He was quiet for a moment and then thanked her and said goon night.

Niall really cares. I feel bad that I'm pushing him away for my loss. He got in the bed next to me and I try and make an effort by rolling over and cuddling up into his arms.

"I love you so much." he kissed the top of my head.

"I love you too." I whispered. I haven't talked in so long my voice was very low in volume.

He hugs me even tighter and I fall asleep to his heart's rhythmic beat.

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The next couple days were a work in progress. I started moving around more and I started eating little by little. I could see in Niall's eyes that he was happy I started to move forward but I still had that one part of me that doesn't want to let my father go. I was a daddy's girl and without my daddy, I'm just a girl. But not a regular girl. The one who now has to watch and be careful about Pancreatic and Lung cancer as she gets older.

My whole family went out to finish up scheduling the wake and funeral for my father and it was just Niall who was with me.

I got up and took him down stair to the basement where I always went every single day they were out.

I showed him the sheet music and he just smiled at it. He saw the drawing my dad and I drew on the side of the sheet when we got annoyed at how boring the sheet of paper was.

"Was this his favorite song?" He asked.

I nodded in response.

"Do you mind?" he picked up the guitar and nodded toward the piano.

I placed my hands on the correct keys and he put his on the right cords. Together it was a beautiful melody that I wish my dad was here to hear it.

Niall stopped in the middle of the song which made me stop.

"Christi, how can you do this?" I looked at him not knowing what he was referring to. "I mean, I've barely met you father but he was a great man when I had the chance to talk with him. You guys are so much alike. Same smile, same eyes, and same laugh. Why are you doing this to yourself when even I know your father wouldn't like it if he knew this was happening?" I shrug my shoulders. "I really don't want to cause a scene or anything, but seeing you like this has made me think a lot more about if I lost you. It would be unbearable for me. Seeing you like this makes me feel like I am going to loose you. I just want to hear your voice and make sure you are ok."

"Niall I'm fine." I say. My voice has gotten stronger over the days.

"Thank the freaking Lord." he brought me into a hug.

"I know it hurts you to see me like this, but this is how I'm healing."

"I know. I just want to be here if you ever crack or something."