Once in a Lifetime (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

~*Abby's POV*~

I stepped off of the plane and entered a hall where I'd soon see my mom. I walked down slowly and it felt strange not having Niall or Azaria next to me. "Hey! Hey! Abby!" a familiar voice said and I snapped around quickly. My mom was running toward me with her arms open and as soon as she got to me she squeezed me. I stood there almost limp, my mom's hugs were nice, but they weren't like Niall's.

"Abby, I missed you so much! We're not stopping at Grandma's, I figured you'd just want to be at home." she said and let go of me. She looked at me suspiciously and took one of my hands. "What's wrong, honey?" she asked with a concerned tone in her voice. I looked down and shook my head. "Nothing, I'm just... tired." I lied and refused to look in her eyes. How could she even ask me that? I told her that I love Niall and she sent me back home knowing that.

"Well... Okay." she sighed and took me to baggage. I found my bright pink and green floral suitcase without trouble and took it off of the revolving line. We walked out of the airport and drove onto a sadly familiar street, Amber Avenue. Amber Avenue is the place that I'd first found out about the boys. There was a store with large televisions on display showing the X-Factor UK and the boys were performing, and that's when I fell in love with them.

I began to tear up again and stared blankly at the store next to it while we were at a stop light. My eyes wandered around the display and the colorful magazines that decorated it. The boys were all over them, but there was one that really caught my eye. I didn't care that we were sitting at the middle of a stop light, I opened the car door and ran into the store with the magazines.

There it was, the news paper with a picture of Niall and I kissing at the airport plastered on it. I didn't have time to stop and read it, I knew my mom was probably mad so I dug in my pocket for a dollar. Luckily I had about $1.50 worth of quarters, I threw them on the counter and ran outside searching for my mom's car. Before I could look any farther, my mom was dragging me back into the car.

"Abby, what the hell is wrong with you?" she asked. I think she knew what was wrong with me and it pissed me off that she acted like she didn't. Either she didn't know, or she just didn't care. "Nothing." I said and slid into the passenger seat. I saw my mom walk around the front of our car and get into the driver's seat. "No Abby, there's something going on. I knew I never should've trusted you with those boys." she mumbled.

I snapped. "Mom, what the hell do you mean you never should've trusted me?" I yelled and my mom looked at me angrily. "I didn't get hurt once, those boys took better care of me than any of my friends here have, and you know that! And Niall-" my mom slammed her hand against the arm rest. "You could've gotten hurt Abby, that boy had alcohol around you and he's not even legal himself. Do you know how terrible I would've felt if something would've happened to you?" she yelled.

She didn't understand. I opened the door again and this time my mom pulled the back of my shirt to restrain me, but I yanked myself away and grabbed my suitcase. "I'm walking home." I said plainly and began walking down the sidewalk. I knew my way home perfectly well, plus I just needed to be alone. I walked quickly and rolled my suitcase along with me, wiping away tears occasionally.

Why would my mom do this to me? I mean, yeah Niall was drinking, but it was sort of my fault. I missed Niall, and I started to realize that no matter what I did the feelings of loneliness and emptiness would always consume me as long as he wasn't near me. I turned at the end of Amber Avenue onto Main street, which was the most urban place in town. I continued walking and sighed, it felt like I wasn't alive anymore, but rather just existing.

I didn't want to simply exist, I wanted to thrive, but without Niall I was doing okay to exist on my own. It began to rain, which usually meant it was time to run the rest of the way home, but I didn't care how wet or sick I'd get. It's funny to think that I'd been living my life this way just a week before, but I just couldn't live that way anymore. Suddenly, a firm hand grasped my shoulder. I hoped that it would be Niall, but I was positive that it wasn't.