Let It Be [Niall Horan]

Yes... Another project with Soph.. We didn't like the story of the old Niall fanfic, so here we go. And in this, Niall's parents didn't divorce when he was five.

--------THIS PROJECT IS BEING UNDERTAKEN BY SOPHIE, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED...------

I'M CHANGING IT FROM HER DAD DYING TO HER MOTHER 'COS THE CHICK IN THE OTHER FANFIC HAS LIKE THE SAME DAD O.o

((THIS CHAPTER WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BY CLAIRE, BUT EDITED BY SOPHIE.))

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My mom. There she was... Lying in a casket in this stuffy old funeral home. The woman who had raised me and loved me and protected me for all of those years was lying stiff in a box. About to be sent off to spend the rest of eternity in the ground.

My father. He tried to kill us both once. When I was three. He is now in a mental hospital, and ever since then, my mother has kept us on the road in our shiny black RV. We had traveled all over Europe, and she had home schooled me from the very beginning. She did everything she could to give me a good home, but there was always an emptiness inside of me. I don't know what's meant to go there. My father, perhaps? The question still haunts my mind today.

Today. Today I am sitting in a funeral home listening to the preacher talk about my mother. All I can think at this point is 'How would you know'. How would the preacher know what she's like. He doesn't. He's simply listing all of the traits a good person would have. And I'm sure everyone has a little bit of everything in them. 

After the funeral, according to my mother's will, I have to stay with my mother's friends. Mr & Mrs. Horan. They live in a small city smack dab right in the middle of Ireland called Mullingar. I don't even know what these people look like, to be honest. But I do know that they're here in this funeral home with me.

The preacher stepped down from his post and 'Let It Be' started playing. That was my mother's favorite song...  I look around the seats behind me. There was only A middle-aged couple sitting on the other side of the room. I guess that's them. I guess when we left on the road, she left all of her friends behind.

Let It Be came to the chorus and everything hit me. Everything about her death. A few tears rolled down my cheeks and I silently wiped them away with tissue.

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"You can stay in our son's old room, sweetie." Maura told me. That's her name... Maura. She's a lovely lady, very understanding.  Bobby, her husband, is just like her and they seem really happy together.

"Thanks." I mustered out. I made my way the up the stairs and into the only bedroom on that floor. It was rather large, and very neat. There's a forest green comforter on a large bed, a wooden desk with a bunch of things written on it, and roller chair, and a wardrobe. All over the room were various windows, so the room had an open feel to it. I had a feeling that I could definitely see into here from the ground below.

The house was pretty nice, In a big field covered in lush green grass. There's a long driveway that leads out of the house, where there are other houses, and stores, just normal stuff.