Just Hold On

1 - Home(less)

••Y/N's POV••
I woke up to a tapping on my shoulder. I rub my eyes and look up to see Kelsey.
"Hey, the store is about to open," Kelsey says sitting next to me.
"Thanks," I say, "I will be in shortly."
"Alright, I'll be waiting," Kelsey says unlocking the doors and going in.
I stand up and stretch. Gosh I hate sleeping on the ground, but this is what I have to do. I am from Doncaster in the United Kingdom, but I had to get away, so I booked a flight to LA. I have always wanted to come here with my family, but now I am on my own. The first few days were hard, but I have gotten used to it.
The first customers for the store have already gone in, and I want to get into the bathroom before it gets too packed. I grab my suitcases and guitar and make my way into the store. I see a man with blonde hair who seems trustworthy. I go up to him and tap his shoulder.
"Excuse me," I say, "can you please hold my guitar while I go get changed?"
"Sure," he says in a thick accent.
"Thank you so much," I say, "and if I am not out and you need to leave, please just set it by the front desk."
"I can do that," he says smiling.
I quickly go into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. For my condition, I look pretty healthy. I wash my hands, feet, face, and arms. I get changed and put on some deodorant. I look at myself one more time then go back out.
I see the man with blonde hair still with ny guitar. I walk up and tap him on his shoulder.
"Hello Miss," he says, "here is your guitar. It is very nice."
"Thank you so much," I say smiling, typically people aren't this nice.
"No problem," he says smiling, showing off straight white teeth.
"I am actually surprised you stayed," I admit, "typically people aren't this nice here."
"Well, I am actually not from around here," he says, "but I have lived here for a while."
"That is nice," I say not knowing what to say.
"What is your name?" He asks.
"Y/N," I respond, "and yours?"
"Niall," he says, "weird question. Do you know who I am?"
"I'm sorry I don't," I say confused.
"Oh," he says, "that is surprising, I don't run into that everyday."
"I'm confused," I admit.
"I am in the biggest band in the world, as of right now," he says, "we were created on X-Factor almost 5 years ago."
"That explains it," I say, "I haven't had TV, WiFi, or a phone for the past 5 years."
"Sorry for asking, but why?" He asks.
"Its fine," I say shaking my head, "but my brother left and clearly my dad didn't like it."
"What about your mom?" He asks.
"She died when I was 15," I say looking down.
"I'm so sorry Y/N," he says.
"It's fine," I say, "I haven't seen my brother for almost 6 years actually. That is a coincidence."
"What happened to him?" He questions.
"After my mom died, her wish was for him to go on either Britains Got Talent or X-Facor. I don't know which one he chose though," I say tearing up.
"Im sorry," he says, "I shouldn't have brought this up."
"Niall, you don't need to apologize," I say smiling.
"Ok," he says, "where are you from?"
"North London," I say, "Doncaster."
"One of the other singers is from there," he says surprised, "I am from Mullingar, Ireland."
"I kinda guessed Ireland," I say giggling, "and, if possible, I would love to meet your bandmates."
"I might be able to arrange that," he says and winks, "anyways I should probably get going before someone notices me."
"Yeah, me too," I say walking towards the door, "gotta make money somehow."
I go outside and sit back down in "my spot." I set out a hat and start playing my guitar. I see Niall walk out of the store, then stops when he sees me.
"What are you doing?" He asks furrowing his eyebrows.
"Working," I say confused at what he is getting at.
"I mean, why is your stuff out here and why did you have to get changed in there?" He asks still confused.
"Oh," I say mentally slapping myself, "I probably forgot to mention that."
"Mention what?" He questions.
"I'm homeless," I say seriously.
"You're homeless?" He says shocked.
"Uhm.. yeah," I say hesitantly.
"Would you like to stay at my place?" He asks.
"I don't want to be bother," I say, "plus you seem like a busy man."
"You have no idea," he chuckles, "but please. You won't be a bother."
"Uhm, ok," I say getting up, "thank you."
"No need to thank me, love," he says giving me a warm smile.
We walked for about a block and stopped in front of a black Range Rover that had all tinted windows.
"Here I'll get that," he says taking my suitcase and putting it in the trunk.
"Oh, thank you," I say giving a small smile.
"I promise I don't bite," he says showing off his bright, white teeth.
I giggle at his gesture. He must have noticed my hesitation. I get in the passenger seat and he starts the engine. The ride was silent, besides the faint playing of music.
"Niall, why are you being so nice?" I suddenly blurt out.
He looks at me and turns off the radio.
"I am genuinely a nice person," he says, "why do you ask?"
"But, something is telling me you are thinking something," I say, "I don't even know what I am saying right now. I probably sound like a lunatic."
"No I get it," he says, "there was something about you that seemed off and different. Like I needed to save you from something."
"Oh," I say quietly.
"On a different note," he starts, "I have to go to the studio tomorrow. Would you like to come to meet the boys?"
"Are you sure?" I ask, "I don't want to bother or distract you guys."
"We have been getting bored in there," he says, "and a distraction would be nice."
"I mean, I would love to," I say, "if you want me to."
"I would love it if you came," he says smiling.
"Then, I would love to come," I say smiling back.
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