Wheelchair Girl (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

     "Bye Anne! Bye Gem! Love you Dad!" I shouted with an enthusiastic wave as I turned around from the hotel our family has been staying in in America. I was buried in a sea of baggage, as Harry was using me as a luggage cart. He was rolling me onto the sidewalk and giggling at my attempts to move everything comfortably. All the other band members were on the bus already, I haven't met them yet, but I could hear a crash and yelling from inside the mysteriously tinted windows. How do they tint windows?

     Anyways, I shoved all the baggage off my lap and Harry rolled me on the bus backwards using a special ramp just for my wheelchair. Trust me, I feel quite loved, special ramp and all, ha.

      "Look! A girl's here! she came up on the ride thingy Paul installed! Harry can you put me on the ride next? Please Hazza!?" squealed the boy Louis. He was standing- more like bouncing- next to Liam, who was trying to calm him.

     "Hi, I'm Liam, you must be Kristal, I'm sorry for Lou- Louis! you cannot use her wheelchair as a ride!"

      "Actually, he can if he wants," I said in a casual voice, enjoying squeals that pursued from the eldest boy's excitement. Harry put his hand out and lifted me bridal style (hehe, styles) onto the couch, suddenly going into protective brother mode.

      "None of them can make a move, ok? Especially Louis; thats rape," He whispered in a dead serious voice.

    I giggled, "Fine, the flirting will only stay PG...13!" I squeaked as he dropped me on the couch and gave me a theatrectical stern look.

    "Harry! Come PUSH ME!" hollered Louis. "OK, but I'M NEXT!" he jogged over.

   Liam sighed and disappeared into his bunk, just as Zayn and Niall stepped out. I straightened myself from the sprawled position i was in- thanks to Harry- to introduce myself.

     "Hi! I'm Kristal, Harry's stepsister."

     "Hi," mumbled Zayn, barely looking at me for a second before sprawling out on the couch opposite of me, immediately going to his laptop. What's his problem?

     "Sorry about him, rough day, he'll come around. I'm Niall, you must be Kristal!" explained Niall, shining his piercing blues on me. His eyes were as blue as mine!

     "Yep! Nice to meet you, you have to option of A. going to play on the ramp with Harry and Louis or B. figuring how to work the TV with MOI!" I smirked.

    "Lets watch TV, wouldn't want to leave you lonely, correct?" joked Niall

    "NO NIALL! NO FLIRTING!" shouted Harry from across the room.

     "That would just be awkward," muttered Zayn with a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice. Well, I guess my time with One Direction begins.

(9:00 PM, LATER THAT DAY)

     The boys and I were all around the room with pieces of pizza in our hands, finishing dinner. As predicted, Zayn did warm up to me a bit and smiled as the cheese gooed off my pizza onto my hand. I quickly wiped it off, and sat up straighter on the large  black couch i was lying on. My feet were on Niall (by force) and Harry's curls were propped against my stomach, sitting on the floor next to the couch.

    "KRISSIE!  Lets play never have I ever!" suggested Louis in his usual enthusiastic tone. I swear, he'd be too much for Broadway.

     "Okay! Never have I ever liked anyone who calles me Krissie!" I say with mock enthusiasm. The boys chuckle as Louis put his hands up in offense.

   "Fine! I'll call you... PURPLE CARROT! because I've never seen a girl with purple hair like you and I've never seen a purple carrot!" dubbed Louis. Niall reached over and scrunched my flat ironed hair that was falling down to my waist. I crinkled my nose and nodded at Louis.

     "Never have I ever... taken boxing lessons!" went Zayn with a direct look at Liam. Liam sighed and put a finger down then replied, "I'll get you Zayn! Oh! Never have I ever gotten a tattoo!" he said triumphantly. Zayn, Harry, and I put a finger down. Zayn looked and me in surprise.

     "You have a tattoo?" he wondered. Harry was the only one who wasn't surprised. My dad told his family before I got it.

   "Yeah! It's kinda cheesy, but I got it last year to represent my accident," I replied, indicating Harry help me show them where it is. He got up and helped me roll over (which was quite awkward, yes) so the boys could see the black script on the back of my knee joint. on the bend it said "Free to be me unapologetically" I rolled over to see the boys stares, all different mixes of wonder and pity. That look I hate so much.

    "Um, Kristal... what was your accident, if you don't mind my wondering?" gently asked Liam. I immediatly looked down, tears pricked my eyes. I hated describing my accident. It was like describing the death of a family member, not fun and afterwards everyone feels awkward and that pointless emotion, pity. I really didn't want the biggest boy band in the world's pity.

     I looked up to see them all staring at me, Harry giving me a meaningful look. I think we're starting the get that sibling bond, maybe Anne wasn't wrong about the whole "bonding on tour" thing. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, I don't deal well with pressure. 

     "Kristal was paralyzed when she was 4. Oh look! its 10! Kris lets call our parents shall we?" rushed Harry, assisting me out of the situation as I got in my wheelchair and rolled to my (convieniently placed) bunk to get ready for bed and go to sleep, hearing multiple mutters of "nice going, Liam"s and wonder of my mysterious past.

      I felt bed separater (which was really a thick curtain) open a bit, and i roll over expecting to see Harry. Instead, I see the irish boy looking back at me, hesitant. He quickly bent down and pecked me on the forehead. "Night love, sorry," he called, dissapearing before Harry could find out he "made a move". What just happened? I thought as I fell into an exhausted sleep. Tomorrow is the first concert. yay.

My first day with One Direction: done.