Wheelchair Girl (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 17

(KRISTAL'S POV)

     You ruined my life... your a mistake, you know that right? And I don't have room for my mistakes. That's why your GONE!

    I gasped and sat up sharply. Sweat coated my body, that nightmare always gets me. It was everything my mom ever said to me mashed up into one 5 minute horror show. You'd think a 4 year old would crack, which I did. Moving to England to get mental help was a low point for me, it was like signifying that I was crazy. But according to my Dad and the Doctor, I wasn't crazy, just "mentally scarred". Mentally scarred my ass, I was crazy all thanks to one even crazier person that I had to see today. Guess it runs in the family.

     "Kristal... Kristal! Are you okay? What happened? You look horrible!" Harry exclaimed, responding to my hyperventilating breathes at... 7:00 in the morning. Yay.

     "Gee thanks Harry, and you look amazing," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "No it's nothing, just thinking about... today." He gave me an odd look for the hundredth time. He was probably worried, if thinking about Delilah would make me like this, what would seeing her do? I don't even know the answer myself. I guess we'll see.

     "Okay, well let's eat breakfast and get ready, I'll be there the whole time okay?" He smiled. I nodded and returned a half smile. We poured some tea and cereal then got ready. I put on a black pencil skirt with a flowy green v-neck. Proper for a judge. I did fresh make up and pulled my hair back to a tight ponytail, revealing every emotion in my face. No hiding my worry, fear, remorse, or panic that was already starting to appear in my blue eyes.

     I entered the living area to see all five boys turn to me, concern deep in their eyes. I'm guessing Harry told them all about my little outburst, they share everything. Well, I hope Niall doesn't share too much about us...

     "So, Harry and Niall are going with you to court, we all want to be there but we need to do interviews and shit..." Liam stated, typical daddy direction. I nodded and gave the three staying hugs, then looked up at Niall and Harry.

     "You ready love?" whispered Niall, kissing my cheek. I sighed and smoothed over my skirt, stalling a bit. Mind as well get this over with though. I looked deep into his blue eyes and went out.

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Niall protectively rolled me down to the front of the courthouse. I saw many random people, as well as my physiological doctor, Gemma, and Anne which Harry went to greet. I waved at them before turning towards the front of the room to lock eyes with my father.

     "Daddy!" I squealed, breaking from Niall and rolling fastly towards him. He met me half way and picked me up in a hug, not caring where we were. Honestly, I didn't either, reliving our first meeting, seeing his ice blue eyes again, made everything seem a bit better. I was a bit more grateful for my father than other kids, considering I owed him the life I led more than other kids.

     My dad set me down in my chair, "Bunny! I missed you! How's Harry and tour? Is it fun? Have you two been fighting?" he asked. That was the first time I noticed his dark under eyes and pale skin. He must have been worrying, but at least I knew why. Niall walked up behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

     "Hi, I'm Niall Horan, it's nice to meet you sir." Niall said meekly. Aw, he was scared to meet the parents, even the normal one.

     "Hello! I've heard much about you, wanted to make sure my girl's treated right. No funny business right? Because then Harry and I can team up-"

     "DAD!" I whacked his shoulder lightly as he chuckled. He was so embarrassing sometimes, but right. Harry and him would make his life a living hell if he hurt me.