I'm Right Here. ( A Niall Horan Fan Fiction )

Part One .

The rain was hitting my skin , slowly , smoothly a warm rain .   I let the tiny  drops  brush my  dry face . I love rain . it makes me feel..FREE. No walls , no Law . Freedom . That word that I can only whisper.

It’s so dangerous so say it . it can make you have some serious problems .  And by feeling that rain on me , I remember mom.

“Naomi , follow me . you’re already late . And now you are wet.” Paola’s cold face woke me up from my dreamy thoughts . She didn’t  stop , she was walking non-stop , sometimes I think that she is a machine , just a machine .

-“ yes momma. I’m following you , I’m sorry.” I whispered and followed her , speechless .

-“ Naomi  you are sixteen now , stop acting like if you were 10 like Tom.”

- “ I’m not sixteen yet.” I mumbled

I call her Momma , but she isn’t my Momma . it was just a habit . you may think : so where is her mom?

Mom . I can’t stop thinking about her . Mom . I lost her  6 years ago . When I was 10 . Tom was only 4 and he lost his mother too . it was the saddest day of my life . Her death was an horrible new , in all the newspapers , Tv News , Etc ..

  I don’t remember how she looks very well , but she is gorgeous , she was gorgeous  and …..different .

She was always laughing , running so fast  to catch me and kiss me forehead .  During the summer , we weren’t swimming in our pool but in the public  beach  it was way better and we felt more free there ,and during the winter , we were laughing and  jumping  in the puddles , it was so funny , then , when we come back to the house totally wet , everyone was giving us some sever looks .

She wanted to be free , That’s why she died.  Freedom can kill us.

“Naomi be careful your cashmere dress is dirty , when you will go to your music session everyone will laugh at you . Naomi  Oh Naomi  sometimes I just think that you are like your mom.” She groaned and continued walking . I tried to follow her steps  which was kinda difficult , her legs were  way taller than mine . I looked down , her high-heels were scaring me . Too strict . Too cold . Too red , just like her horrible lipstick .

-          “ Today , you will go to your English session , then music . After , you will have 30 minutes to eat . We will practice at the same time your …”

I wanted to scream : “SHUT UPPPPPP JUST SHUT UP OKAY.”

Paola is the most annoying woman in this world.  I swear.

But I understand that she is doing this just to educate me , to protect me . And I understand that she won’t see a Martinez rude , without work , impolite , hanging out and just having fun  . She won’t see me like mom . And I totally understand her , or I try . Paola is with me since mom died , dad told her to stay with me so I wouldn’t be lonely . And feel like a have a mom . But she isn’t a mom , she is just like a teacher for me. The first day I saw her , I was 10 , 2 days after mom’s death , I was crying “leave me alone horrible witch !” was the first sentence that I told her.  Of course she yelled at me .

Dad paid her to stay with me. But when dad died  , a year ago ,  a stupid Heart attack . she had to stay with us , Tom and I. to control dad’s Money , the house  , our studies , everything  , because we are too young , Tom and I .

I missed my old life , when mm was still alive . But when I say that I’m Naomi Martinez It means : I need to keep this name ‘clean’ , good reputation , Graceful.

 richness, elegance.. That famous family in our town : Martinez . I’m Naomi Martinez.

“Naomi Martinez are you listening to me ?” Paola shouted and  fixed roughly my ponytail  . We were in front of my English school , the most famous school in Ireland . it’s a girl school of course . I never studied with a boy , it’s so…..disgusting for our  family : to hang out or chill with a boy .

“ when you’ll be older , I will find someone like you. From a rich family , and you’ll be married. I’m thinking about that Bruce Sheever  . it’s a great family  . Anyway now just study and be serious.”

Paola’s voice was playing in my mind . Bruce sheever . Cool. I don’t even know how he looks . But who cares ? he is from a rich family like us , that’s good.

When I finished my English session , I found Paola  waiting near the door , I can’t walk around Alone , never . it’s so dangerous for me. I’m a Martinez . I arrived home , we live in a huge house with thousands of rooms . All of them are empty . it’ s a scary place . just like an old castel . Only 3 persons live in it : Me , Tom and Paola. Majordomo  , waiter , waitresses won’t stay during the night  because  it’s  too “ scary”.

I understand them : when mom died , I had to sleep in a big room  , alone . it was awful . I was pushing the door , crying and screaming :”MOM! It’s dark!! MOM! The monsters will eat me !!”

Otherwise I’m habituated now  . I have a huge room and I’m not scared anymore . I had to , as  Paola said , look very well in front of my future husband . First : I need to speak 3 languages with him English , French and German . So he could understand that I’m rich AND smart .  I also need to talk about serious things : politic , history … I need to be calm, gracious , spontaneous . Perfect. Paola teaches me all  those important things .  Every afternoon.

She is always like : “OhMyGod. You have a lot of things to learn Miss  Martinez , a lot    .”

Today , She taught me many things particularly how to walk in a very elegant way , how to use your 9 forks and 45 cups during a dinner …

When we finally finished today’s session  , she gave me  a French book and added : “ Oh , go to the garden and read. I’m  going to see Tom.”

I nodded , got up and started walking towards the door . The wool shirt that I was wearing was hurting me : too small and it’s color is horrible . I looked like an owl. But Paola told me she bought it from a famous shop , so I have nothing to do , she is always right . and I’m a Martinez .

“ you will not find your love until  you’ll finish your studies , have a work then we will go to see that Bruce MCBrown’s family.”

BRUCE MCBROWN. That name made me shiver.

I sat quietly in the calm large garden , opened my book and started reading silently . I heard a little noise behind one of the trees . Certainly my  dog. Or the waiter . I got up, posed my book and started walking towards  the tree . I found a blonde guy , laying on the grass , shirtless. 

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