Nialler's Princess

Chapter 1

I sat outside watching the sun go down, swaying back and forth on our swing-set thinking about the past. Everything seems to have gone so fast. I remember walking next to him on our way from school, laughing at the faces and little dances he did. That was what I loved most in the world, being with him. No matter what it was, whenever I was sad I knew all I had to do was dial his number and he'd make me feel better. I always wanted to do the same for him. Then the audition came. I suppose it was my fault, I told him he should go. If I hadn't said anything he'd probably never have gone and he'd still be here, with me. No, he definitely wouldn't have gone. He's too loyal. If I would've told him to stay he would have... But I could never have done that to him. Niall always loved to sing and it was his dream to go and become a professional artist. To sing, with the best artists in the world, sell out arenas, and have his own album. Well, his wish came true. Now he's famous and all I can do is watch him get bigger and bigger and farther and farther from me and the past we shared.

"Melody!" my mom called from inside "Melody, where are you?!"

"Coming!" I said jumping out of the swing and getting back to the present.

"Honey, I have to go now. Are you sure you'll be alright all by yourself?" she asked worried.

"I'll be fine Mom. It's not the first time I've stayed home alone before"

"I know but you're my little girl,"

"I'm 18" I interrupted.

"...and we just moved here so I don't know if it's safe."

“It’s been two years…” I said with a hint of sadness slipping out.

“I’m just worried about you Hun.” She said in her southern American accent. I didn’t really have an accent, probably because of all the moving we did. We lived in Ireland for most of my life although I was actually born in Texas and so was my mother. We had moved to my dad's hometown Mullingar, but after their divorce my mom moved us here, to London. It wasn't so bad but I missed Mullingar. That's where all my memories were. Where I grew up, where I fell and got my little scars, and where I met him...

"Melody!" my mom yelled

"Huh? What is it?"

"You were spacing out on me again, Hun. Maybe I shouldn't go."

"No you have to, it's your job. I'll be fine I promise. I've taken care of myself before. I know how to cook and clean and everything. Go it'll be fine" I added as I saw her hesitant face.

"Well alright sugah but if anything happens you call me and I'll be on the first plane back you got that"

"Yes ma'am." I said and hugged her goodbye. I watched as my mom pulled out of the driveway and made her way to the airport.

I decided to sit there for a while on the front step and watch the sky. After my parents’ divorce, my mom decided to turn her life around, so she quit her old job as a chef to work in something more businesslike. She now works for a company who sells... something. She always tells me what it is and I always forget. But now she travels all over the world to meet other businesses and make deal with them and such stuff. I find it extremely tedious but she likes it and I'm happy for her. It was getting late and I still had to do the dishes so I decided I better get it over with. While most people hated chores like doing the dishes I actually enjoyed it. I always felt like a kid as I did it, playing with the bubbles and splashing around everywhere. There was one time were we made such a mess with water Mom said Niall and I would be better help outside...  Niall...

Every once in a while I get a call from him but the more famous he gets the less I hear from him. It's now been 3 months since he last texted me, not even having time to call anymore. I'm proud of him, of all he's accomplished but it's still sad. I will never forget his face when we waited outside, in the freezing cold, for his audition in Dublin. He was so excited and so nervous. I told him he'd be fine, that he was the Irish Justin Bieber, and he just laughed thanking me for going with him. Of course since that day, even before the judges had said yes, I knew... That was the last time I would ever get to joke like that with him, there was no way Nialler wouldn't make it into the X Factor and I was right. As I finished the dishes I made my way up to my room. I walked in I threw myself on my bed, too exhausted to care what I was wearing. I hugged the stuffed panda Niall had gotten me for my 15th birthday and tried to think of other things that wouldn't make me so sad. Easier said than done of course. And I drifted off to sleep thinking of our last goodbye, as he got his stuff packed for boot camp, and the last time I would see him for the next two years.