When Life And Love Gives You A Second Chance (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10 - Fear of Death

Niall's POV) 

After the X-factor I almost thought it was going to be the end for One Direction. Of course we would always stay friends and be brothers and probably be a band for many years to come. But we've seen many mucisians and groups participate in TV-shows and a year later they're all forgotten. We had nothing to continue on, our only hope was if someone wanted to sign us. But I tried not to think too much about the future and focus on right now. I really looked forward to the X-factor tour that was to begin later during the spring. 

And for now, I was home and it was really nice. I spend a lot of time with the boys but most of my time I spent with Summer during her Christmas-break. I pretty much dropped out of school since I missed 4 months of it. I didn't know when I was going back. I probably had to though since I wouldn't be able to get a job without an education. 

Summer's POV) 

It felt really good to have Niall back. Not a day passed without me seeing him. Things was still a bit awkward between Harry and I but I actually didn't see the boys so often. Niall and I mostly saw each-other alone. No, no, nothing like that. We were just hanging out... And making out. Nothing further. 

Christmas passed and it was New-years eve. We all went (Me, Emma, Niall, Louis, Zayn, Liam and Harry) went to one of my friend's, from the music-lessons (Alex was his name), house to celebrate. I wasn't a wild party, nothing totally crazy happened. Well everything was pretty crazy as long as Louis was involved, but I was had gotten used to that now. Zayn and Emma seemed to get along really good though and Niall was all over me all night long. We went home pretty early though, at 1 am. Alex's house was really close to mine so we just walked home together. My parents were away during the weekend so we had the house to ourselves. 

We barely got thought the door before Niall grabbed me and started to kiss me everywhere. I fumbled with my shoes to get them of and then we stumbled upstairs to my room. He pushed me down on my bed. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. We rolled over and I was on top if him. I let my lips move everywhere down his chest. He let a loud moan escape his lips. He pulled my shirt off and threw it away. We both forgot where we was and who we were. I felt complete when I feel asleep against his warm body that night. I had found my true soul-mate. 

If only I had more time. I couldn't help thinking that it soon was january, 2011, What would happen then? January 11th 2012 was the date of my death. Did I still have a year? Or would I leave in less than two weeks?

I decided not to tell Niall about everything. Instead I spent the night alone in my room. I was lying shaking in my bed and when the morning came I realized I still was alive. I got out of my sweaty sheets and pretended everything was fine for another year.

Niall’s POV)

So much happened in just one year. After our X-factor tour Simon offered us a contract after all. We recorded our album and started our new tour. It was amazing. We were able to a lot record in our town so we could spend much time at home. In December 2011 our tour begun around in the UK. Then we had a short break at Christmas and then it started again in early January. I was the luckiest boy in the world. I got to spend so much time with Summer and things had never been better between us. Harry seemed to find a new woman, an older woman to. I didn’t really know what he was doing but I was fine with it, as long as he didn’t touch my girlfriend again…

So everything was amazing between us. I never thought I could know anyone so well. I knew what she meant with every word she said, with every word she said. She didn’t let anyone but me in. I was the only one that knew her like that so therefore it was also my responsibility to make sure that she was fine. And lately I couldn’t help to notice she seemed more and more depressed. It made me so worried.

I thought everything had worked out with her parents and siblings and everything else. I tried to ask her what it was but she kept saying it was fine. But fine never means fine. Fine means “please help me”. I couldn’t help her since she didn’t tell me what it was. It seemed to me that she wanted to pretend that everything was fine and I accepted that and was going to wait until she told me she wanted to tell me.

And then one night a call came. January 9th 2012, I received a call from Summer. I never heard her like that. She sounded like a nerve reek.

“I’m coming home.” I told her. “I’m coming home.