She's The One (Niall Horan Fan-Fic)

She's The One ( Chapter 1 )

So, around 7 o'clock in the morning, my cousin and I came up with the idea for this fanfic. And since I've been dying to write a Niall fanfic, I decided to give it a go.   

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Living was difficult. So very difficult and painful that as each day went by, I felt every little thing enclosing around me, suffocating me. Until finally, I gave up.      

Pushing my way through the thorny underbrush, I shoved my way on to the clear edge. Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer to the ledge. From the cliff, I had a perfect view of London, its twinkling lights making the usually gloomy city come to life . The lights seemed to dance before my eyes and I glanced away from them to stare at Big Ben.       

Twenty more seconds until midnight.  

At the strike of a brand new day, on my birthday to be more exact, I would jump. As if anyone would notice my absence... or even show up to my funeral.        

"What are you doing?"  

I screamed at the sudden voice and jumped away from the ledge. Out from the shadows stepped a vaguely familiar blond, his glowing blue eyes wide.  

"Don't try to talk me out of this," I growled, glaring at him. "It's not like anyone really cares."  

Stepping closer to me, he whispered quietly. "I care. That must mean something to you."  

"I don't even know you." I hissed back.  

He held out his hand, a small smile curling his lips, revealing a mouthful of braces. "I'm Niall."  

Staring at his hand, I was paralyzed. That name. It rung a bell in my head but my mind was too numb to even process any of the information I'd just received. And I was also staring at his hand like I was absolutely bonkers.       

Taking his hand firmly, I replied back. "Ariella."   

"Beautiful name," He then leaned in, those eyes piercing into my foggy soul. "And now that I actually know you, let me repeat: I care."       

Pressing my lips together, I glimpsed over at Big Ben only to hear twelve chimes. Groaning, I glared at him. "Do you know what day it is today?"       

Shaking his head, he plopped down, patting the ground beside him. "No clue. Why don't you take a seat and tell me about it?"       

I bit my lip as I sat down, crossing my legs. There was something about this Niall, something that cleared my head and actually let me think.  

"It's my birthday today."      

"Well happy birthday!" He sang, nudging me with his shoulder. "How old are you now, Ariella?"      

Though I fought it, I actually smiled. No one had ever cared enough about me to even bother asking questions. But here I was, with a complete stranger who was making me doubtful about my suicide attempt.       

"I'm officially eighteen."      

He laughed, clapping his hands. "You've finally come of age! Now you can buy a pint at a local pub without anyone giving you a hard time."      

I nodded, then glanced over at him through the corner of my eye. "What are you doing up here, Niall?" I asked, my voice drone-like, the pills finally taking affect.       

His voice drawled on, sounding high-pitched some times and at others, a deep monotone. "I come here all the time. It's the one place I can really think... Plus, it's got an amazing view, don't you think?" He then glanced over at me, worry flickering in those now iridescent eyes. "Ariella, are you alright?"      

And then I swooned; and for a second, I truly believed I was falling. Free-falling to a sweet escape. Knowing someone finally cared.                 

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My eyes slowly cracked open to a room of bright lights and a steady beeping. This place was definitely familiar... As I sat up, I knew exactly where I was.      

A doctor came up to me with a clipboard. "Ariella O'brien?" When I nodded, he continued. "You were quite out-of-it when you were brought in here. Almost overdosed. Luckily, you were brought back in time and you had your stomach pumped."      

Sitting up, I stared at the IVs inserted into my forearms. Overdose? "You said someone brought me," God, my voice was raspy... He nodded again. "Is that person still here?" I was surprised that I actually sounded hopeful.      

Unfortunately, the doctor shook his head, "I'm sorry, he just now had to run. Stayed right beside you till dawn, the gentlemen." I grimaced, staring at my hands. "But he did give me this note to give you when you came around." Placing a little napkin with scrawlings all over it, he then patted my shoulder. "You'll be good to go at noon; but for now, get some rest."   

As he slipped out of my room, I gazed down at the note. It was such a shame I was so doped-up that I couldn't even remember the lad's name, let alone what he looked like.       

I quickly scanned the note:      

'Happy birthday, Ariella! I'm glad to see that you're finally awake! sorry I couldn't stay till then, but something urgent came up. The doctor said you'll be released at noon. Meet me up at the Starbucks down the street. I'd really like a proper introduction, you know, when you're not fainting on me. I'll see you soon. Hopefully.'       

At the end of the letter was a simple 'N', no full name. Clutching the napkin, I leant back against the pillows, anxious for noon to come.