Make You Feel Wanted♥ {A Niall Horan FanFicton} -ON HOLD-

Make You Feel Wanted♥ {A Niall Horan FanFicton}

Prologue

I stand in the graveyard, the cold wind giving me a chill and blowing my hair. I watch as they lower my mother's coffin into the ground. My father wraps his left arm around my shoulder as I'm too shocked to cry. They cover the coffin, and I look down at the ground.

Why her? Why my mom? It's all of the drunk driver's fault!

Family members walk up to me and hug me, and I just slowly wrap my arms around them. Family friends would hug me too, and say, "I'm so sorry about your mother. She will be terribly missed." I would just give them half smiles, and walk off.

My dad and I get into his car, none of us saying a word. He starts to drive home and I just stare out the window the whole time. When we get home, I go straight up to my room and shut the door. I fall onto my bed, and look at the picture of my mom and I on my night stand. I slowly pick it up and look at it.

Finally, tears start to fall from my eyes and I don't even bother to wipe them away. I take a shaky breath and place the picture back on the night stand, turning onto my side. "I love you, mom."

The next morning I wake up and walk into the bathroom. I stare at my reflection in the mirror; my cheeks were sticky from crying myself to sleep, and my eyes were ready. I splash my face with water and walk downstairs. My dad greets me with a mug of coffee in his hand as I enter the kitchen.

"Morning," he says, taking a sip.

"Hi," was all that came out of my mouth as I got down a bowl of cereal.

"So I've been thinking," dad starts as I pour some cereal into my bowl. "I think we should move somewhere far away, and start fresh."

I keep quiet as I pour some milk into my bowl. I'm not really in the talking mood this morning.

"What do you think?" He asks.

I take a spoonful of my breakfast and shrug. "What do you mean by far away?" I ask.

"England."

I almost choke on my cereal. "England? A whole other country? That's nuts!" I exclaim.

"I know. That's kind of the point, Al." Dad sips his coffee, then gets up to put it in the sink. "I think it'll be good for us to start new, and try to forget about what happened."

I look down at my bowl, and my dad kisses my head before leaving the kitchen. After finishing up my cereal, I put it in the sink and lean against the counter.

Maybe it will be better for us.