Chapter 1 - Flashback

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"Catch me if you can!" I ran around with my new purple dress mom bought for me yesterday.

"Hey! That's no fair! I haven't finish countin yet!" His voice was clear, even with the heavy Irish accent.

We were 12.

We always played together in the park, never apart, it's like we're inseparable, soul mates.

Unlike the other boys, Nialler doesn't play baseball or soccer. He likes music.

"Hahaha why are you playing with a girl leprechaun? Girls have cooties and they smell nice!" I didn't like this rude boy that's always picking on Nialler. But I couldn't do anything. All I did was hold his hand tight, so he wouldn't go in for a fight.

"Don't mind them Anny, they're just jealous." He pull me away from the group of mean boys.

"Hey you little rascal! Who are you calling jealous? This is pathetic!"

"Ya! Who do you think you are huh?"

"You're just another useless weakling like your daddy!"

That hurt. I knew it, even if we're running away and he kept a straight face all along.

"Nialler."

"Nialler...?" He's really angry...

"Nialler!" He kept running.

"Niall James Horan!"

"Wh-what? Yes Anne?"

"Oh so you heard me huh?"

"O-Of course..."

"Why are we running away, Nialler?"

"..."

"... ..."

"I didn't want you to hear all the bad things they'll say... I have to protect you."

"Nialler, are you okay? I'm all used to it now... This isn't the first time they did that. What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"... ...Really?"

"Ya. I just wanted to protect you. Youre my princess after all." He smiled. Finally. Even though I can see it through those blue eyes, there's something bothering him.

"Let's go home."

"Okay."

"I'm so hungry!"

"You're always hungry!"

"Not always! I'm not hungry when I eat!"

"That is soooo logical Nialler."

"Oh you wanna play sarcasm now huh?"

"What sarcasm?" I laughed as ran ahead of him.

Laughter filled the neighbourhood around us.

I see his blue eyes shining under the blazing sun.

He's catching up fast when I turned around and look again.

He caught me by the waist just before we step in the house then suddenly...

*BANG*

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All I can see is blood. Red, warm, fresh and nose stinging smell of blood.

"Stay here." He said. Before my vision blurred out, I feel his warmth left me, leaving me lying on the cold hard floor.

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