Free Your Voice: A Niall Horan Fan Fiction (Completed)

Chapter 1: Adjustments

“Jayden, let’s go. We don’t want to miss our flight.” My older brother, Jace, was yelling at me from downstairs.

I was standing in my room that had nothing in it. I thought back to the memories that I had of the place. I couldn’t think of many because I was only five.

“Jay, are you coming?” Jace asked me when he came into my room. He was six years older than me which meant he was 11.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” I told him and made my way out of the house that looks so ordinary now. The baby blue walls of the living room made the house feel vacant and as if we had never lived here. I took one last look at the house before I shut the front door behind me and got in our car. I carried my favorite teddy bear in my right arm and tried not to cry at the thougth of leaving the house that I had spent five years in. A part of me was eager to move, but an even bigger part just wanted the life that we had before my mom died. That house was full of memories of my mom that passed on only a month ago. She was killed when a drunk teenager got behind the wheel of a huge truck. My moms car broke down and she knew our house wasn’t far from where she was so she decided to walk the rest of the way home. The teenager hit my mom and kept driving. I thought about the memory and felt a tear make its way down my face. I quickly wiped it away because I didn’t want my dad and brother to worry about me. I was a big girl, I didn’t need to be babied like I was before my mom died. The three of us drove in silence to the airport. We had a ten hour flight ahead of us and I wasn’t ready for our big move. We lived in a small town in Indiana. My dad, Carter, had friends in Mullingar, Ireland, because he was originally from there. He moved to America when he met my mom. They were young and they fell in love. My dad would’ve fought to the ends of the earth for my mom and when we lost my mom, we lost a part of him too. He was always fun and caring and he loved Jace and I with all his heart. Now, when he smiles, you don’t see the twinkle in his eye that you saw when my mom was around and it hurt a lot.

“We’re here,” My dad said when we got to the airport. Jace and I got out of the car and didn’t say a word. I knew the move must have been hard on Jace because he had friends here and he was about to go into fifth grade. I was about to start kindergarten which I wasn’t excited about. In the morning I would go to preschool and after that I would spend time with my dad when he was off of work and that was always the best part of the day. My relationship with my dad was special. I would always be my daddy’s little girl and it didn’t matter how old I was.

We went through security quickly and sat while we waited for our flight.

My dad looked at Jace and I, “Look, I know you two don’t like that we’re moving. I just think it’s for the best.” His Irish accent still as strong as ever. He was thirty-two, but he looked old. He was tired and his eyes were red from crying over my mom and the move.

“We’ll get to see grandma!” I said, trying to lighten the mood. I didn’t like seeing my dad like this. I looked up at my brother and he smiled at me as he put his arm around my shoulders. We had always gotten along and we will always be close. I was his little sister, and he watches out for me. We were more like friends than brother and sister and I loved that about my brother.

“Exactly,” My father said, smiling. The twinkle in his eye still absent. I tried to keep the smile on my face. I had to stay strong. I wasn’t going to break down.

“Flight 765 to Ireland is boarding now.” A woman said over a speaker.

“Ready?” My dad asked me.

Jace and I nodded and he led the way toward the gate to Ireland. We got on the plane and I sat by the window because Jace let me. He sat in the middle and my dad sat on the outside isle. I sat back until I felt the plane start to move. I looked out the window and saw the ground moving beneath me. Then, we weren’t on the ground anymore. I sat back again and looked at my brother. He was almost asleep. When I felt the plane even out, I looked back out the window. Our flight was at night, but I could see the lights of Indianapolis on the ground. I smiled to myself and felt a tear roll down my face. I was going to miss America. Fatigue began to take over me and I put my head on Jace’s shoulder and fell asleep.

The same dream played in my head. I had it every night and it never changed. I was sitting in a huge black truck with someone I didn’t know. They were swerving on the road and kept laughing at nothing.

“Just stop the truck!” I yelled at them. They didn’t look at me because they couldn’t hear me. I just put my seatbelt on and waited for what else was going to happen.

Then I saw a woman walking on the road with her phone up to her ear. It was my mom. The driver hit my mom and didn’t bother stopping.

“NO!” I yelled at him. The tears started to roll down my face. I just witnessed my mothers death. It was a recurring nightmare that came to visit every night.

“Jayden!” I heard an Irish accent say.

“Huh?” I asked when I finally woke up. I touched my face with my hand and felt wetness. Tears were streaming down my face while that same nightmare paid a visit.

“It’s okay hunny, it was just a dream,” My father said to me. My brother who was now awake hugged me. I just nodded and tried to stay awake. I didn’t want to go through it again. It was bad enough already.

“When are we going to be there?” I asked my dad.

“We’re about to land. Look outside.” He said. I opened the blind and was greeted by a bright sun. I knew it was the same sun we saw in America, but this sun felt foreign. This place wasn’t my home, but I would make it be my home for my dad. I didn’t want him to know that I really didn’t want to move to Ireland. It was a big adjustment from America. I just did it so he wouldn’t be sad. He could be around people that were like him and that he grew up with, which is why we were moving here.

I felt the plane start to decend. Jace and I got up with my dad and got off the plane. Everyone here was speaking with an accent that I was used to hearing, but only when my dad spoke. Now, it was everywhere around me. I tried to take it all in. I grabbed my brothers hand and we walked behind my dad through the airport.

We got our luggage and got a rental car that we would be using until my dad could buy one.

“Okay, you two. Here we are.” He said when we pulled up in front of a house. It was a brick house and there were bushes out front. We got out of the car and I latched onto Jace’s side again. My dad left our stuff in the car and we walked to the front door.

My dad knocked twice before a man in his mid-thirties answered the door.

“Carter, it’s great to see you!” He said.

“It’s great to see you too. It’s been too long.”

“Yes it has, come on in.” The man said. My dad entered the house and we followed him.

“Boys, come here,” The man said. His two boys came and stood by him.

My father started, “This is my son, Jace, he’s eleven. And this is my daughter, Jayden who’s five.”

The man, that I still didn’t know the name of, pointed to the taller son.

“Hi, I’m Greg.” He introduced himself.

“He’s eleven also.” The man threw in then pointed to his other son.

He looked right at me with his bright blue eyes, “Hello, I’m Niall. I’m five."

Then the man spoke again to Jace and I this time, “And I’m Bobby. It’s great to finally meet you.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Really appreciate it! Comment, vote, fan! Love all of you! xx

Morgan